BASTIEN
This wasn't his first paint-peeling rodeo, yet Bastien found that the stubborn pigment clinging to the bricks refused to budge. He grit his teeth and scraped away, his precisely toned arms straining to make marks. "Good Lord, the paint here was put on with magic!" He groaned as he stepped back, shaking his head at the pitifully small amount of progress he'd made.
Well, the only thing to do was to persist, this time with passion. Holding the scraper as one might a lance about to be used in a deadly duel against a dragon, Bastien attacked the wall for a second time , trying to dive into cracks and peel off paint with all the fervour of Caido's finest warriors.
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Bastien tries again but with some gusto this time
Well, the only thing to do was to persist, this time with passion. Holding the scraper as one might a lance about to be used in a deadly duel against a dragon, Bastien attacked the wall for a second time , trying to dive into cracks and peel off paint with all the fervour of Caido's finest warriors.
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Bastien tries again but with some gusto this time
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
