they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
Bastien really had to bite his tongue to stop himself from responding 'are you referring to my cock?' to Rexanna's comment; he was better than that. Still, he smirked and nodded, shrugging his agreement. "I do not see the point of leaving conflict as background tension. May as well have it out in the open; then we can deal with it...however it is dealt with." He nodded, though he was not sure how The Voice felt about art. Everyone's contributions so far had been somewhat more practical; Bastien did not know how his personal talents would come across.
Pittore seemed to somehow sense the sudden seriousness in the room and curled up, continuing to play with Rexanna's crafting project but slower now, quieter, almost as if he was listening. Bastien sighed, leaning in to focus on a detail as he spoke: "If it were just you and I to make the choice, I would agree, cara. But from what I have seen The Voice is not interested in a friendly relationship with the Old Gods...and at best a neutral one with their followers."
BASTIEN
