God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer to why they were born
Bastien threw up his hands in frustration: surely Deimos knew from experience that it never worked like that? Someone always ended up going out, and it may as well be an Ascended. Rexanna was in fact a likely person to have left he thought, with her position as Queen and her permanently-bleeding good heart.
It seemed his mention of Amalia didn't have quite it's intended effect and that actually knocked him down a peg, made his anger less intense; Bastien realised what he was doing, that he was aiming to hurt someone else from some confused sense of justice and the pain of his loss, which was still so intense it rang in his ears. What good would it do? By the time Deimos had asked his question, clear threat within, Bastien had deflated from the aggression of the moment prior to a more numb sorrow.
"...No." He replied quietly, turning to go and walk to the bed again, sit by his wife. "I just want you to bring the love of my life back, but I suppose no one can." An odd, bitter and bubbling laugh rose up from him, the words becoming broken towards the end of his sentence, and tears began to pour down his cheeks.
It seemed his mention of Amalia didn't have quite it's intended effect and that actually knocked him down a peg, made his anger less intense; Bastien realised what he was doing, that he was aiming to hurt someone else from some confused sense of justice and the pain of his loss, which was still so intense it rang in his ears. What good would it do? By the time Deimos had asked his question, clear threat within, Bastien had deflated from the aggression of the moment prior to a more numb sorrow.
"...No." He replied quietly, turning to go and walk to the bed again, sit by his wife. "I just want you to bring the love of my life back, but I suppose no one can." An odd, bitter and bubbling laugh rose up from him, the words becoming broken towards the end of his sentence, and tears began to pour down his cheeks.
Winds of misfortune have blown them about
You made the outcasts, don't cast them out
BASTIEN
