like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, "Yes...sometimes it feels like I may wake up in Venice again, but I couldn't do it now without her there by my side too. It's strange, she was never a part of that life, but..." Bastien shrugged, his brows furrowing as he tried to work out why it was his imagination loved to place Rexanna within his past. "I suppose I feel like I still have some part of her here. There I would have nothing at all, and it would be too far." He had never loved in Venice as he had in Caido, had never given as much of his heart; he doubted he'd have enough left to start over in Italy again. Looking over to see Deimos adding in his own details, he smiled; the artist in him was ever so slightly offended at the changes to his plans, but he could not deny Deimos the chance to give his own touch to the memorial; Rexanna would want them both, he was sure. "Good, but do be gentle with yourself. I feel you are a man who is very harsh to his own soul." Oh, Deimos was stoic and quiet, but Bastien knew those types often struggled more than anyone else with voices in their minds. Halfway around the piece now with his decoration he got up to get more water and to step around Deimos, looking over his shoulder as he spoke his reply. "At the end, the only one you can really depend on, I suppose. I assume you were one of the latter?" I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.