So let's make a decision
start a new religion
The whistle Nate gave brought a wry, almost sad smile to Bastien's face. He had always been a modern man in his time, someone looking to the future...to know that he seemed like a relic to so many people who had come here from Earth was painfully ironic. "It is hard to sum up a whole era, hm? The Venice I knew was...alive. Corrupt, but intensely vibrant, full of artists and good hearts and celebration despite the war and uncertainty in the world. There were those that sought to ruin it for the rest of us...but they were easy enough to ignore. Moreso if you had some money and power." Which he had managed to achieve, something he was still proud of.
He was surprised to hear Nate actually offer to make him a dish. "Oh, my friend. Anything you could make me from my dear home would delight me; just tell me a time and I will come: I would even eat scraps of bread if they tasted like the ones made in Italia...!" True, he wouldn't be able to fully taste it, but even the smallest hint of spiced tomato or warm crusty bread would be blissful.
He was surprised to hear Nate actually offer to make him a dish. "Oh, my friend. Anything you could make me from my dear home would delight me; just tell me a time and I will come: I would even eat scraps of bread if they tasted like the ones made in Italia...!" True, he wouldn't be able to fully taste it, but even the smallest hint of spiced tomato or warm crusty bread would be blissful.
we're gonna build a temple to our love
BASTIEN
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