bella notte

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. One of the devil's apostles, huh? Bastien liked the sound of that. His face became a self-satisfied smirk and he nodded towards Lucas. "Thank you, then. Though...do you not remember me? Do you not remember those who have served? And...does this mean that Jesus, God, Mary, the whole lot...were they real?" If Lucas was telling the truth (and he had no reason to assume he wasn't), there was a wealth of philosophical answers at his fingertips, things he had wanted to know for years but had never had the chance to ask. Or at least, had never had the chance to ask someone who really knew.