dont know where your mind is

BASTIEN

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

"Any kind-" Bastien began to say, before Azrael's enthusiasm about the possibility of a dragon took over the conversation; he laughed and shrugged. "Perhaps, though as far as I know they don't typically take to Ascended...that said, Nate has a Starwhale." The rules of the Gods were arbitrary and changeable, as much as they wanted to pretend they weren't. "If you do manage to procure a dragon and you're sure it won't burn the place down, do be sure to bring it by the Sanctuary."

Looking up and seeing they were about halfway to the top, Bastien shifted his grip on the rod and smiled at the question - it seemed he wasn't the only one worried. "Of course. I have to stay around, or your mother would be very mad at me. I promised her I would look after you." He nudged Azrael in the side lightly, though the inevitable sadness did overtake his features for a second before he was able to push it off.

Though not for long; the topic weighed on his mind, the very real possibility he'd be called to action and not return hardly difficult to come across. "Though...if I were to be hurt or worse, I would expect you to keep going. To keep being happy, having friends and adventures. Just think of me and your mother sometimes, hm? We love you very much."

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