the real tragedies of life occur
in such an inartistic manner
Seeing Hotaru enter as the door creaked open, Bastien was actually relieved: here was someone who he knew had to understand the pain as strongly as he did, who he had seen first had love his wife with her whole heart. There would not have to be any pretensions of dignity or stoicism with her.
He nodded automatically as she asked, watched her come to Rexanna's side. While she was right in knowing he wouldn't leave the room, he did turn his head; holding Azrael he looked away to the other side of the room, gently stroking his fingers over the hair on his child's head, which he'd noticed was the same colour as Rexanna's as it was coming in: small mercy that their baby would always have some of her in it.
Finally, when he'd waited for a long while in silence, he turned to place a soft hand on Hotaru's shoulder. "...She was very glad, to have you back in her life."
He nodded automatically as she asked, watched her come to Rexanna's side. While she was right in knowing he wouldn't leave the room, he did turn his head; holding Azrael he looked away to the other side of the room, gently stroking his fingers over the hair on his child's head, which he'd noticed was the same colour as Rexanna's as it was coming in: small mercy that their baby would always have some of her in it.
Finally, when he'd waited for a long while in silence, he turned to place a soft hand on Hotaru's shoulder. "...She was very glad, to have you back in her life."
their absolute incoherence
their absurd want of meaning
BASTIEN
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