they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
Bastien listened to Rexanna's opinion carefully, his brush slowly making its way down the canvas in one line. As much as he was an independant man (as well as a stubborn one), Rexanna's thoughts mattered more to him than any art critics ever had. Her disapproval did not mean scrapping the project, but it would certainly lead to a mass reconsideration of the work."Oh, darling, I shall revel in the aftermath. That is half the point. Besides, I am not beginning anything. I am simply dragging out into the light what is already there." Bastien was used to societal unrest. He knew how divides began, how movements were formed; he felt he was seeing the start of something dark happening between the Ascended and the other citizens of Caido.
If he was wrong, well, then they'd all just enjoy the painting. No harm done.
He looked to Rexanna with a soft smile, then to Pittore. He had more to lose now than he ever had, but his work finally had the chance to potentially make some real change. It was too tempting to pass over. "As do I. Though I am going to speak to The Voice first...I have not spent much time alone with her and I can hardly make such a statement without a familiarity with it's cause. You know her better than I - do you think she will approve?"
BASTIEN
