BASTIEN
'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off
He smiled at Azrael's exclamation, their ever-bold and unconscious excitement, as he headed further down into the tunnel. One hand on the edge, feeling the damp soil and rock, the other by his side, ready to push back if he needed to stop the group. With his Ascended eyes he could see in the darkness and for the moment, all looked well, if a little cramped - would this really lead to a 'court'? Had he interpreted the Core correctly?
All he could do was hope.
You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something