Start by admitting that from cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay
At the monsters first question, all Bastien could do was laugh, bitter and loud. If he ever needed evidence that these things were no longer human, there it was. He was a father now and he knew Azrael as deeply as he'd known anyone, loved them more than that; moreover, he knew Rexanna would never forgive him if he made that ghoulish trade.
Hearing her voice again was another blow, though he found each time was a little easier, the impact of it fading. It wasn't her, wasn't really her.
The request they gave him was unexpected. "...I don't know how to break down the door. I cannot even get near it; but do not even tell me. I cannot endanger the lives of everyone else in this place for...for Rexanna. And..." He took a breath that threatened to be a sob. "...She was a good queen. She would not want me to."
Hearing her voice again was another blow, though he found each time was a little easier, the impact of it fading. It wasn't her, wasn't really her.
The request they gave him was unexpected. "...I don't know how to break down the door. I cannot even get near it; but do not even tell me. I cannot endanger the lives of everyone else in this place for...for Rexanna. And..." He took a breath that threatened to be a sob. "...She was a good queen. She would not want me to."
Come to the Cabaret, old chum
Bastien
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