BASTIEN
Oliver seemed surprised to see him. Bastien had not really realised how affected by the whole thing Oliver had been; he had not really considered the man once he'd gotten inside until he knew Rexanna was alive. Perhaps he was more intimidating when he yelled than he thought. (Really, he just did not think how Oliver did. He wasn't dead, so it had all worked out fine, so there's nothing to feel poor about).
"Rexanna is..." He had said well, but that wasn't really close to the truth. "Alive, at least. I am doing much better than her, unfortunately - if I could I would take on all of her injuries." Bastien was far more concerned with that than with laying the blame anywhere for his almost-failed entrance.
He waved his hand to signal his forgiveness again. "Tell me how you are handling this. I see you are drawing...is it helping? This is my second time doing one of these Longnights...I suspect next year I may even feel used to it."
"Rexanna is..." He had said well, but that wasn't really close to the truth. "Alive, at least. I am doing much better than her, unfortunately - if I could I would take on all of her injuries." Bastien was far more concerned with that than with laying the blame anywhere for his almost-failed entrance.
He waved his hand to signal his forgiveness again. "Tell me how you are handling this. I see you are drawing...is it helping? This is my second time doing one of these Longnights...I suspect next year I may even feel used to it."
You standing beside me
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
