Lost Potential

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. She caught him out easily in his lie and Bastien could only shrug with a smile that covered his sudden anxiousness. It occurred to him, properly for the first time, that what he was doing could be actually dangerous for him. Safrin's anger so far was familiar to him, things he'd seen in grumpy enough mortals, but...it could be much more. She had the power to kill a man at her fingertips, he was sure. "...I see." Was all he had to say in response to her telling him of The Voice. He had little to do with the information. The personal fights of the Gods had little to do with him until he had accomplished his eventual goal of becoming one. With little else to say or ask but not wanting to offend her again, Bastien stayed blissfully quiet for a moment, waiting to see if he would be dismissed.