BASTIEN
"Perhaps, but what sounds reasonable to humans does not always to Gods." Bastien remarked, sure that Ronin, who lived between those two worlds, had to know that better than most other people. He watched Ronin settle and noticed that the couch was unorganised, that there was dust on the wooden arms: something that would have never passed before Longnight, but now it was barely more than an aside. "Do not worry, my friend. That you are here at all is a balm on my heart."
He would ask Ronin more about what he meant by 'no fit state to travel' later, but first there were introductions to be made. Thankfully not hearing Ronin's comment on his companion (though the gremlin would surely complain about it later) Bastien entered the studio with Azrael in his arms, the child a bundle wrapped in beautiful cloth, perfect face with wide eyes staring up out at the world. "This is Azrael." Bastien said, coming closer and moving the child towards Ronin, offering to let him hold them if he wished to. "They have a very good temperament, so don't worry about upsetting them."
He would ask Ronin more about what he meant by 'no fit state to travel' later, but first there were introductions to be made. Thankfully not hearing Ronin's comment on his companion (though the gremlin would surely complain about it later) Bastien entered the studio with Azrael in his arms, the child a bundle wrapped in beautiful cloth, perfect face with wide eyes staring up out at the world. "This is Azrael." Bastien said, coming closer and moving the child towards Ronin, offering to let him hold them if he wished to. "They have a very good temperament, so don't worry about upsetting them."
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
