BASTIEN
Bastien looked up flatly to Wessex as she asked her (as she admitted, stupid) question, his hand not moving from Rexanna's shoulder. "I'm not. The light is gone and I don't know what I will do after she is truly away from my sight. She..." He took a breath, his voice dangerously close to breaking, and look to his wife's sleeping face. "She would want me to stay and care for Azrael, so I will, but half of my heart has disappeared today."
The words were clunky and too much, Bastien's usual tendency to wax poetic fighting against his great exhaustion and crushing grief. "You can come to her to say goodbye." He offered, noticing Wessex's hesitation, though his hand stayed firm.
The words were clunky and too much, Bastien's usual tendency to wax poetic fighting against his great exhaustion and crushing grief. "You can come to her to say goodbye." He offered, noticing Wessex's hesitation, though his hand stayed firm.
You standing beside me
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
