07-03-2018, 09:12 PM
I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD
Let it be known that Bastille actually understood, a little bit, what Genevieve was going through. God only knew how fucking exhausting his souls could be, let alone grappling with the conceptualization that he was his past lives and they were him, that those three souls were forged together inseparably. Hell, Bastille didn't even have his own soul: he was entirely the makeup of his pasts, and trying to explain that he was them but not them was... nearly fucking impossible. It was exhausting to have Suiteheart look him in the eye and tell him to "give Bastille back" when he was Bastille, more influenced by Zaniel or not. They expected too much of him if they expected him to be anything better than what he was made of.
"Yes, because demanding that Margy's split personality give Margy back is somehow helpful and sensible," he drawled flatly as he joined them, giving Roy an unimpressed look before leveling an even more judgmental look at Suiteheart. Bast didn't particularly like Margy, but she wasn't a separate soul; she was Margy, and that much he understood, on some level. So even if he wasn't pleased with her behavior, he also was tired of everyone yelling that Margy somehow become Margy once more. "Look, they're one soul, alright? Gen is Margy, so yelling at her all the damn time to give Margy back doesn't make sense. And even if it did make logistical sense, it's clearly not working, so why don't we just come up with something slightly more practical to shout at her instead."
Was he a little too snappy, despite his flat tone? Possibly. He was fucking tired, and he could feel his souls stirring more and more with every day that passed since his... incident. Soon, his powers would start to slip again, and he was exhausting himself with dreading it.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"Yes, because demanding that Margy's split personality give Margy back is somehow helpful and sensible," he drawled flatly as he joined them, giving Roy an unimpressed look before leveling an even more judgmental look at Suiteheart. Bast didn't particularly like Margy, but she wasn't a separate soul; she was Margy, and that much he understood, on some level. So even if he wasn't pleased with her behavior, he also was tired of everyone yelling that Margy somehow become Margy once more. "Look, they're one soul, alright? Gen is Margy, so yelling at her all the damn time to give Margy back doesn't make sense. And even if it did make logistical sense, it's clearly not working, so why don't we just come up with something slightly more practical to shout at her instead."
Was he a little too snappy, despite his flat tone? Possibly. He was fucking tired, and he could feel his souls stirring more and more with every day that passed since his... incident. Soon, his powers would start to slip again, and he was exhausting himself with dreading it.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]