Bastien
Bastien watched flatly, eyebrows raised, as Amun lept up and stalked about, angrily spewing nothings about what Maea would have wanted. If this Maea had wanted people to be so miserable about her deaths for such a time after the fact, Bastien thought she had to be a rather egotistical person. "Then go. I cannot help you."He didn't have much patience with sadness for sadnesses sake. Calmly, Bastien let Amun leave, shaking his head as he finished off his glass of wine.
[Fin]
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
