BASTIEN
"Hmm...I have heard...of living books. I think. Something like that; do they have emotions?" Bastien asked idly, looking over to one of the books constructing the wall around him and poking it, wondered if it hurt, not aware of what the 'living' books actually did.
None of that mattered though, not when Amun said he could bring Rexanna back. Bastien held his hands tight and focused with an effort that was hard to come by with the sickness, the tiredness in his head fighting against it but the artist determined to hear this. All he wanted was Rexanna, her fingers in his hair and her presence by him: without her, this entire thing was like being a lost boat at sea. "Re...Rexanna, Clem, Mabel, Lucas. What are we doing?"
None of that mattered though, not when Amun said he could bring Rexanna back. Bastien held his hands tight and focused with an effort that was hard to come by with the sickness, the tiredness in his head fighting against it but the artist determined to hear this. All he wanted was Rexanna, her fingers in his hair and her presence by him: without her, this entire thing was like being a lost boat at sea. "Re...Rexanna, Clem, Mabel, Lucas. What are we doing?"
If we should be arrested before we sleep
I'll see you outside in a few days or in a few weeks
I'll see you outside in a few days or in a few weeks
