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"So it should be," Lucas quipped back on the subject of blasphemy, grinning to himself and shaking his head. In truth he didn't remember Bastien from any timeline of his, but that was hardly a surprise. That being said, he would certainly remember him now; the Ascended saw in his fellow the kind of kindred spirit that could be the source of a lot of entertainment in this shithole of a place. The hand on his shoulder earned a chuckle, Lucas glancing back at Bastien and arching an eyebrow. "What a glorious image that brings to mind," he said dryly. "I look forward to it. For now, though, would you care to walk with me? Or shall I leave you to your musings on the stars?" LUCAS making work for idle hands