"Good. Thank you." As much as he did not like to put expectations on the future (sure fire way to be disappointed), Bastien hoped that one day Ronin might come around to the idea; it would be a reprieve from the more difficult areas of his life if nothing else. He'd found his own guild to be indeed a Sanctuary, a space dedicated to the simple goals of art and togetherness, a gem in the midst of the...well, shit, that was life in Caido.
He nodded slowly, carefully at Ronin's words. While Bastien had not experienced much grief himself (especially not anything to this magnitude), he had spoken to many a heartbroken or devastated man. They had always seemed to gravitate to him.
"Well, the anger will need to come out." He agreed simply at first, then looked across. "As it did at the temple." There was no judgement in this, just a statement;personally he did not think the spirit of the Gods lived in the building, and no one had died (just a cheeky bit of paralysing). "I...know this may seem like a stupid question, but humour me: Who, or what, are you angry at?"
