till you get to the Bottomland

BASTIEN

'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off

Bastien was surprised by the reception; Henry's encouragement and Wessex's response, which wasn't an immediate no. Maybe they actually thought he would be able to do it; for someone usually very confident in his own ability, Bastien felt humbled by that. "Of course. You know where to find me for a discussion." He looked to Wessex and nodded; he didn't sleep at night anymore, spent all of his time painting in the studio - he'd always be available.

He thought his mind would have been full of nothing but this, but then Wessex dropped the bombshell that Ronin, his once dear friend, had joined the Order. Bastien's face fell; he drew his hands together on the table and stared down at them, trying not to shake with sudden anger and distress. This was how it was, then? Their friends, their community, gone and torn apart by the Old Gods hatred?

He'd seen his home ruined by prejudices, by hating and fighting instead of talking; had seen good men turn to it then too. "...I see. Do...you know if we can send letters to Stormbreak?"

You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something