it takes an ocean not to break

"I'll drink to that," Lucas agreed with her sentiment about living, glancing further around the underground where they had seemingly decided to have such a deep conversation. In the middle of the night. But Rexanna didn't invite danger? Sure, sure. "Curious about danger? I think I like that in a person," he remarked softly, beginning to walk slowly around the area now, eyes easily piercing the darkness even without the help of her sparkler. "Oh, I wouldn't say that," he murmured. "There are plenty of things that go bump in the night out here that aren't people. I imagine a lot of them live in this very place." Amusement danced in his eyes as he gazed over his shoulder at her, holding a hand out as if to invite her further with him. "Are you curious about that, too?" There wasn't time, she said, but all Lucas heard were excuses. Excuses that he supposed he would have to be content with letting her keep, especially if it allowed Bastien to keep up his heroics around her. "In case what happens again, Rexanna?" he inquired. "In case I find myself in the belly of the Spire a second time, poisoned by the very air and on the brink of death? Perish the thought." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk