the real tragedies of life occur
in such an inartistic manner
It was comforting to be held against Hotaru, as much as the part of Bastien that still wanted to be proud railed against it. His tears, slightly thicker than normal due to fluid, stained her clothes: he hoped she wouldn't mind; he certainly couldn't help it.
"I...I almost don't want the pain to numb. That would mean letting go of her." He whispered, voice strained and broken; it felt like a betrayal to even think of moving on, doing anything but wallowing in his grief. What if the Voice somehow brought her back someday and he had allowed himself to go to the next chapter without her? With the Ascended, it was hard to ever know when it was the end.
Hotaru was right that he would have never felt ready anyway: he hadn't before Rexanna had died. Bastien reached up to stroke Azrael's cheek, their perfect eyes looking up towards him. "I do love them more than I can express. I just...I wish they could feel her love too. She was going to be an amazing mother, I know it."
"I...I almost don't want the pain to numb. That would mean letting go of her." He whispered, voice strained and broken; it felt like a betrayal to even think of moving on, doing anything but wallowing in his grief. What if the Voice somehow brought her back someday and he had allowed himself to go to the next chapter without her? With the Ascended, it was hard to ever know when it was the end.
Hotaru was right that he would have never felt ready anyway: he hadn't before Rexanna had died. Bastien reached up to stroke Azrael's cheek, their perfect eyes looking up towards him. "I do love them more than I can express. I just...I wish they could feel her love too. She was going to be an amazing mother, I know it."
their absolute incoherence
their absurd want of meaning
BASTIEN
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