the real tragedies of life occur
in such an inartistic manner
While he knew Hotaru was likely right, Bastien could not help his imagination running wild. What if his hand on the door had had some other effect? What if it had somehow nullified the effect? What if he could have opened it first, letting her pass through? Lord knew that Bastien was not an insecure man, but he would have done anything to save Rexanna's life rather than his own. Anything to not be the one left behind, the one cradling the child they had put so much of their love into.
He reached out a hand before himself to hold Hotaru close; just to feel someone else with him, someone who didn't need his protection as desperately as Azrael. "One day at a time...I never thought I would have a day without her. Each one will feel empty." Bastien said this matter-of-factly, calmly, as if it were a statement of fact and not a dramatic declaration. "I am going to come up short in a million different ways for this child...for everyone else...and I am not ready."
He reached out a hand before himself to hold Hotaru close; just to feel someone else with him, someone who didn't need his protection as desperately as Azrael. "One day at a time...I never thought I would have a day without her. Each one will feel empty." Bastien said this matter-of-factly, calmly, as if it were a statement of fact and not a dramatic declaration. "I am going to come up short in a million different ways for this child...for everyone else...and I am not ready."
their absolute incoherence
their absurd want of meaning
BASTIEN
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