BASTIEN
Were they specially chosen? It was something Bastien had considered himself. In his vainer moments the idea was quite appealing, thinking that he was one of the select few plucked from the universe to the Voice's mission. Really though, he'd seen the Outlanders that had arrived, and it was hard to believe that the Voice had intentionally selected some of them. "I do not know. I would not think it outrageous to say she does, but it could be a random choice too. I must ask her at some point."
As for being on the God's bad side...he cringed. "That I have - but, let me make you a deal." A smirk appearing on his face, Bastien leaned forward towards Aisha. "I must go; if you come to my Artist's Sanctuary sometime not only will I treat you to some wonderful refreshments and art, but I will tell you the tale. It is, I promise, fascinating." He'd use the time between now and then to try and find a way to make himself sound like the hero in it (and not a bumbling idiot, which he regretted to admit was closer to the truth).
{FIN}
As for being on the God's bad side...he cringed. "That I have - but, let me make you a deal." A smirk appearing on his face, Bastien leaned forward towards Aisha. "I must go; if you come to my Artist's Sanctuary sometime not only will I treat you to some wonderful refreshments and art, but I will tell you the tale. It is, I promise, fascinating." He'd use the time between now and then to try and find a way to make himself sound like the hero in it (and not a bumbling idiot, which he regretted to admit was closer to the truth).
{FIN}
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
