opportunity knocks

BASTIEN

I used to be an angry man, I wanted things that weren’t mine
At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind

Bastien knew well about bigotry. After all, he had been a bisexual Indian man in Europe; the world had not always been kind or gentle to him. While he didn't know what prejudices Zariah brought with her, he had enjoyed that his life here had not been marked by racism or homophobia; he would not easily let go of the peace this had given him.

The way Ronin leaned forward, hints of rebellion in his eyes, made Bastien very excited indeed. Conspiratorally he leaned in too, close enough to whisper. "It is never hopeless, my friend. But the way you say this makes me think you have a plan...?"

Now my spirits rise when she turns out the bedroom light
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night