BASTIEN
Mud creatures, ice walls...the disasters of Caido were unpredictable to a terrifying degree. At least in Venice there had been signs of floods, earthquakes, ways to know if a revolution was coming; it seemed here, in this world, anything could snatch away life without a single second of warning. "Impaled, my God...was he saved?" Perhaps it was rude to focus on Remi in this, but he knew the Alchemist far more than his child.
That Rexanna would connect the events with her own past was inevitable; Bastien had had the thought already, that she had held far too many dying children in her lifetime, but he had not dared to say it, in case somehow she had not realised, had avoided the extra pain the realisation would cause. "He would have known anyway. Perhaps in some ways it is better for him to have seen - now he will not wonder." A bitter consolation, but Bastien felt he'd rather know the details of such an event than be left to guess.
"What...will your council do to prevent such a catastrophe?" He asked, confused but trying to keep his voice gentle. "Even if we had a rule and order, this was entirely unexpected. Unknown of. It sounds like it happened so quickly even a militia could not have fought it off and you cannot govern against a monster." Perhaps he was being condescending; he sighed and shook his head. "You...do not need to wear this as a responsibility. It isn't your job to fix it; no one can."
That Rexanna would connect the events with her own past was inevitable; Bastien had had the thought already, that she had held far too many dying children in her lifetime, but he had not dared to say it, in case somehow she had not realised, had avoided the extra pain the realisation would cause. "He would have known anyway. Perhaps in some ways it is better for him to have seen - now he will not wonder." A bitter consolation, but Bastien felt he'd rather know the details of such an event than be left to guess.
"What...will your council do to prevent such a catastrophe?" He asked, confused but trying to keep his voice gentle. "Even if we had a rule and order, this was entirely unexpected. Unknown of. It sounds like it happened so quickly even a militia could not have fought it off and you cannot govern against a monster." Perhaps he was being condescending; he sighed and shook his head. "You...do not need to wear this as a responsibility. It isn't your job to fix it; no one can."
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tatter-tatters you're entrancing
Base Code by Sky!
