BASTIEN
you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face
Bastien stood and looked over to the door, for a moment playing in his mind with the idea of opening it or not. A monster would not be able to communicate in his mind like Wessex could, surely? And she knew the password...your grace is wasted in your face
He had complained when his knowing the password had not been enough, so he was going to let her in with it. "Clem, stay back." He instructed, still a little nervous it might all go horribly wrong, then approached the door.
Taking off the latch and opening it a crack, hoping to see if it was indeed Wessex, he peered around the door.
your boldness stands alone
among the wreck
among the wreck
