the VOICE
”She is safe. Both are.” The Voice does not make him wait for the answer, still gushing over Azrael, but she reaches up to brush the tears from Bastien’s cheeks as well. Straightening up, she looks over them both, something quiet and mysterious in her expression. What had happened to Rexanna and Clemente would not leave her memory for a very long while. Retribution would come, as it always did. In time, and with very careful planning.
”You, though, bright one, carry a soul more tumultuous than any lost at LongNight.” The burden Bastien carries is great, and the Voice knows that it threatens to crush him. ”Still, at least you have something to bring you through it.” She nods at Azrael.
”You, though, bright one, carry a soul more tumultuous than any lost at LongNight.” The burden Bastien carries is great, and the Voice knows that it threatens to crush him. ”Still, at least you have something to bring you through it.” She nods at Azrael.
