A new World

B a s t i e n

I can fit two people under my skin
Yea I can fit two people under my skin

Darkeye certainly wasn't afraid to speak his mind. Bastien found the frankness mostly amusing, if a little surprising. "Oh, we all have pain, of course. What is amusement for if not to cover it? And ah...death here...is an it, and it is a strange being indeed." He'd never actually spoken to Ludo face to...hood, but Bastien had heard enough tales to know he didn't want to. "I could not rightly say how it would act with the Voice."

As for a fight, all he could was laugh and shake his head. "It would not be so much a fight as a beating. I am not made for violence." In fact, since coming to Caido, he could only recall one time he'd resorted to physical aggression, and that had been so long ago, when Lucas had left Rexanna half-dead at the Spire. It seemed like a different life. "I am quite comfortable with disagreements in philosophy."

Especially with one so newly arrived - he knew himself how long it took to adjust.

"Ah, once you have eaten I can absolutely take you to my Sanctuary." Bastien sat at the table and smiled, a far away look in his eyes. "It is the one defeat to nostalgia I give myself. I modelled it after the studio I had in Venice, where I would teach students from the poorest streets to paint for the elite. Awful clients, but a way to support ones family with artistic skill."

And I will prove it if you will listen
You crawl up in there and join me within