like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Deimos' words brought a smile to his face at the same time they brought the prickling of tears to the back of his eyes, and Bastien tried his best to fight them back, sure that the General was not the sort of man to be comfortable with crying. "Thank you. All I ever wanted to be was somewhere safe and loving for her." He continued that goal now, for Azrael, for his guild, for the Grounds, but there would always be a hole next to him now where his most special love would have gone. "And I have spent most of my lifetime reading people." Bastien countered, the sad smile changing into a more amused smirk. "When you perform on the streets, it is vital to know whether the person you pull from the crowd will be willing to play along or not. Similarly, later, when I had to debate with those dogs that called themselves Noble, it was good to know their hands...everyone can be read, if you know what to look for." It was one of his skills, in the same way fighting or showing endurance was one of Deimos'. No Gods on battlefields was quite poignant, really, something Bastien thought he might include in something later. "And yet here, there very much are, hm?" That observation passed, he worked on the other side of the piece, copying what he had done before but mirrored, a reverse of the flowers and spirals he had worked on before. I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.