Filling The Emptiness

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Leaning back, Bastien laughed at Anden's reaction to his facial changes; really, the power hadn't been useful for much more than shocking people, but that was still fun in of itself. As for the question that came afterwards, though...he quietened and put his hands before him on the table, trying to consider it over; he did not entirely know the answer himself. "Well...I suppose it would be because a couple of years ago, The Voice and all that lived in this town were trapped here by a barrier put in place by the Old Gods. There was no one else to recruit here. ...Then I suppose it just continued after." Bastien shrugged, unsure why it was that the Voice had continued to take Outlanders. He'd heard, so often, from so many people, that they weren't 'artistic'; Bastien tsked and shook his head. "Come to my studio anyway sometime. I promise you, you will make something to be proud of." As for what he'd made himself, he gladly turned the book around to show Anden. A competent sketch with likeness, of the man gazing to the side, a troubled expression on his face and a dark hatched pattern in the background. Beneath it read the words: l'uomo triste al bar. I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.