Bastien
I will not say: do not weep;
for not all tears are an evil.
The Voice had to know to expect a visit from him sooner or later, Bastien felt. He hoped, with all his heart, that she understood the pain he was going through, the sheer magnitude of loss; that she could comprehend how much he needed her support. More than anything he needed answers, but there was a secondary purpose to this visit too: a mission, a purpose.
Suddenly, with Rexanna gone, making art just didn't cut it anymore.
With Azrael strapped to his back (he figured The Voice would want to see them and there had been no babysitters available at the arbitrary moment he'd felt strong enough to make this visit) he headed down into the caves, finding the familiar walk comforting even in the cramped and dark corridors. He chatted to Azrael as he went, memories and thoughts on the first time he'd been down here, occasionally showing them something (they seemed most interested in the spider).
When he finally reached the Voice, he knelt down before the statue and gently took Azrael off his back and into his arms before he spoke to her. "...Goddess, I would speak with you, please. I'm...certain you know why."
Suddenly, with Rexanna gone, making art just didn't cut it anymore.
With Azrael strapped to his back (he figured The Voice would want to see them and there had been no babysitters available at the arbitrary moment he'd felt strong enough to make this visit) he headed down into the caves, finding the familiar walk comforting even in the cramped and dark corridors. He chatted to Azrael as he went, memories and thoughts on the first time he'd been down here, occasionally showing them something (they seemed most interested in the spider).
When he finally reached the Voice, he knelt down before the statue and gently took Azrael off his back and into his arms before he spoke to her. "...Goddess, I would speak with you, please. I'm...certain you know why."
