they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"I would not say that of the Gods in this world; do not take this wrongly, I am sure they do love many people, but..." Bastien laughed wryly, waving a hand back and forth in the air. "Some of them more than the others." He could hardly apply the label of 'benevolent' to Safrin or Ludo, when he knew they would eliminate the Ascended in a heartbeat. "They are capable of amazing things though, and very useful friends, if you can get close to them."Once, he would have loved to live in a world without faith, but now that he knew the Voice, it was harder for him to be so cut and dry about it.
It still wasn't entirely clear what the nature of her world was, but perhaps it was something that didn't translate well. Bastien bent his knees to work on the bottom edge of the painting, applying darker colours so that it would seem like a ray of light was hitting from the top. "Then..you are happy to have come here?" He asked cautiously, finding the attitude quite surprising for an Outlander.
As for his own attitude toward his home, he thought for a moment, moving his mouth to one side as he hummed it over. "No. My wife's soul stays here, so I cannot leave her. Also, I have become important to the people here, and them important to me." Something striking him, he turned to look at her: "Also, we have learnt that when we come here, we also stay home. A copy, of sorts. Two of me...I don't think Venice could handle it."
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