God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer to why they were born
Bastien nodded as if Rex could see him (and he thought with a dark, painful humour that even if they were in the same place, she would not be able to anyway). "You never know, cara, she may be able to heal you entirely.". He had never before Caido been a man presupposed to faith, but he tried his best to wholeheartedly believe the Voice could and would heal Rexanna's eyes given the chance.
Wessex appeared seemingly out of nowhere (Bastien's focus was entirely on the shell, as if Rexanna were within it) and he turned to look at her, for a moment oddly defensive of Rexanna. But he was not the only one who knew her, who cared for her, and he could not claim her to himself. "Yes, it is." He told Wessex, then holding the shell up to his face, said:
"I will pass you to Wessex love, but stay after - so I can tell you I love you before you go." With that he handed the shell over, watching carefully. He worried Wessex might try to chastise Rexanna or talk to her of tactics, both things he felt she could do without.
Wessex appeared seemingly out of nowhere (Bastien's focus was entirely on the shell, as if Rexanna were within it) and he turned to look at her, for a moment oddly defensive of Rexanna. But he was not the only one who knew her, who cared for her, and he could not claim her to himself. "Yes, it is." He told Wessex, then holding the shell up to his face, said:
"I will pass you to Wessex love, but stay after - so I can tell you I love you before you go." With that he handed the shell over, watching carefully. He worried Wessex might try to chastise Rexanna or talk to her of tactics, both things he felt she could do without.
Winds of misfortune have blown them about
You made the outcasts, don't cast them out
BASTIEN
