BASTIEN
The Blight had been a tragedy that so far had only touched Bastien's life through Ronin, as far as he knew; though he knew as well as any how quickly and terribly an illness could spread. There was a chance to do something...even if he was Ascended, which he realised could be a dirty word at the moment.But the people liked him, right?
With his usual cocky smile, he walked to the shrine, taking the roses as he was compelled to do. He took them gently, his fingers soft and tender as if the touch was an apology on behalf of his people.
We're aware they're trying to take away our dreams