BASTIEN
"Yes, well..." Bastien smiled, but tried to tamper his excitement, remembering what the Voice had said. "We are hopeful and expectant, but nothing like this has been tried before - we must wait to see what the result is." Of course, he did not know of Osozo, the 'child' the Voice had made from absolutely nothing, not even the energy of her Ascended; he assumed their child would be the first Ascended not brought from a living being already.Bastien stood with the bag and tried to give Amun a sympathetic expression, though he had never met Maea one on one or been especially close to her he knew she had been well-liked by many around her. "I am sorry, Amun: perhaps you could put up a lantern for her at the festival." It was a season of mourning at the moment at least: an appropriate time to feel this kind of pain, if there ever was one.
He was not going to argue with Amun carrying it back and gladly gave over the bag, rubbing his arms. Normally the weight would hardly have bothered him, but in his exhausted state it felt like carrying the entire volcano in the bag. "What is this rock for, anyway..?"
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams
