Bastien
Bastien nodded, knowing when it was best to leave a subject alone. While he was a great supporter of talking about problems, sometimes things were void and left unsatisfying and difficult and the best thing to do was to distract yourself until the empty part of your soul had patched over. All he did was place a hand on Amun's arm. "I am sorry."He could sense Amun's hesitation but there was a consent there so he went ahead and activated his aura, hoping it might at least soothe some of the more present pain in the man's mind. "How is that...?" Bastien asked softly. "Does it help at all?"
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
