BASTIEN
"Yes, we share dreams. Maybe we can start with the two of us and hope that spirit will flow outwards." Bastien agreed fervently, wishing he could leave the temple in confidence that it would ever actually happen. Right now, when nothing was happening of note in their ongoing conflict, when it was peacetime, it was easy to discuss and come to agreements - later, when things came to boil, it would become harder to maintain.
That didn't mean they couldn't enjoy it while they had it, though. "I'm afraid I don't know how it was that lead that particular mission. I would not have approved." Bastien wasn't afraid to let the Voice know when he didn't agree, but often simply didn't go on missions because of who he was; his talents did not lend to fights.
That unpleasant business aside, he tried to wear a smile. "So...tell me. I've never been to the Fae village. What is it like? Do you make art? What kind?"
That didn't mean they couldn't enjoy it while they had it, though. "I'm afraid I don't know how it was that lead that particular mission. I would not have approved." Bastien wasn't afraid to let the Voice know when he didn't agree, but often simply didn't go on missions because of who he was; his talents did not lend to fights.
That unpleasant business aside, he tried to wear a smile. "So...tell me. I've never been to the Fae village. What is it like? Do you make art? What kind?"
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
A generation lost in space
