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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille could be a lot of things, which was simply in his nature as a mash up of several souls and obligations. There were times when he was rash and angry, lashing out before he stopped to slow himself down, but those times were less often than one might imagine. No, Bastille was a creature of controlled, slow-burning rage most of the time: he processed a situation and got angry and then he planned. Sure, there were times when his souls were in chaos and his powers were slipping out of control and he lost if before he could check himself, but the minority of situations could never tell the whole truth. He was far more measured and controlled than he came off, at his worst.
And maybe his issue was that he was young. He'd come into this young, younger than he should have been, and unprepared. Gods, he was trying, but that had been a rocky start and he knew it was a rocky start, but that was months ago and he wasn't quite as young as people tended to treat him. Even Pele, his baby sister, got snide with him sometimes, making an off-hand comment about being childish. It was... peculiar. Not something that would bother him, really, because he didn't give a fuck what others thought of him (well, he cared what certain ones thought). But even he could lose patience with people constantly talking down to him and chastising him like a stupid kit, and as Washington lost his complete and utter shit, he broke down Bast's tolerance.
His shoulders straightened slightly, and he met the soldier's stare evenly, ice blue gaze cold and measured. He didn't bother to interrupt, and he didn't even shoot Suiteheart a nasty look for speaking first. No, he took his time, and his voice maintained that even, low tone. He never rose it in anger, but the bored undertone he'd taken with Carolina had vanished, replaced by sharp clarity, evidence that he was paying attention and expected Washington, too. (If there was anything that could make him show his age and authority, it was making him lose patience with things, it would seem.)
"While I appreciate the input," he said, stare unwavering, "I think maybe you should take a few steps back before you start accusing me of neglecting the situation. We took you in, we didn't ask too many questions, and we offered to let you use our resources to figure shit out -- but you came to us peacefully and respectfully. We helped you with the telescope, which is something I probably shouldn't have, frankly, because that's supposed to be a sacred object in the eyes of our founder. I think you're well aware that we can be understanding and considerate of your needs and your missions, or whatever you want to call them, but you can show some common courtesy. You may not have considered yourself a member, call it a miscommunication or mistranslation, whatever -- but to me? To me you became my people the day you agreed to stay here and accept our help.
"And she," he continued, nodding towards Carolina. It was clear that he was not actually trying to be rude by talking about her in front of her, but simply responding to Wash, "Came onto my land, attacked my people, disrespected one of my most trusted advisors, and refused to explain herself or answer literally any of our questions in a civil fashion. She may have her reasons for acting like that, but that doesn't excuse her behavior, particularly when you're the only one who has actually tried to speak apologetically on her behalf. And now, here she is, bossing around those I see as my people and trying to establish a base for herself on my land, unauthorized, after very pointedly telling us all to fuck off and making it clear she isn't a part of us. You may take offense to threats, but I'm under no obligation to play nice with hostile invaders, Wash. And that's what she's made herself into, from my perspective."
His gaze shifted to Carolina, and he regarded her for a moment, as if to confirm that she got that she was coming across as a fucking dick. And then his attention was back on Wash. "So before you want to lecture me about not knowing a damned thing about anything, maybe you should take a hard look at things from the other side, too. Because I understand that you have things to do and some awful situation that you're coming from, and I understand warzone mentalities, but I'm still not going to let her disrespect me or my people on our own damn territory." His gaze shifted to Carolina once more as she interjected, and there was a pause. This was the most empathy he'd seen her show anyone yet, and it was vaguely reassuring to see that she had the capacity. When she spoke to him, he met her gaze evenly, and supplied, "Warning intruders off our land isn't harassment, Carolina. But when you're ready to talk civilly, you can find me where ever."
His attention was back on Wash as discussion turned towards getting him looked at, and he rolled his eyes at the soldier's refusal. Typical. "Too bad. Everyone here has outvoted you, and we're going to get Rin to check you over at least briefly. Maybe get something for the headache." A pause, and a hint of a humorless smirk. "Sorry, Wash, but if you're finally admitting you're one of us, that means it's my job to look after you. To the clerics it is."
And maybe his issue was that he was young. He'd come into this young, younger than he should have been, and unprepared. Gods, he was trying, but that had been a rocky start and he knew it was a rocky start, but that was months ago and he wasn't quite as young as people tended to treat him. Even Pele, his baby sister, got snide with him sometimes, making an off-hand comment about being childish. It was... peculiar. Not something that would bother him, really, because he didn't give a fuck what others thought of him (well, he cared what certain ones thought). But even he could lose patience with people constantly talking down to him and chastising him like a stupid kit, and as Washington lost his complete and utter shit, he broke down Bast's tolerance.
His shoulders straightened slightly, and he met the soldier's stare evenly, ice blue gaze cold and measured. He didn't bother to interrupt, and he didn't even shoot Suiteheart a nasty look for speaking first. No, he took his time, and his voice maintained that even, low tone. He never rose it in anger, but the bored undertone he'd taken with Carolina had vanished, replaced by sharp clarity, evidence that he was paying attention and expected Washington, too. (If there was anything that could make him show his age and authority, it was making him lose patience with things, it would seem.)
"While I appreciate the input," he said, stare unwavering, "I think maybe you should take a few steps back before you start accusing me of neglecting the situation. We took you in, we didn't ask too many questions, and we offered to let you use our resources to figure shit out -- but you came to us peacefully and respectfully. We helped you with the telescope, which is something I probably shouldn't have, frankly, because that's supposed to be a sacred object in the eyes of our founder. I think you're well aware that we can be understanding and considerate of your needs and your missions, or whatever you want to call them, but you can show some common courtesy. You may not have considered yourself a member, call it a miscommunication or mistranslation, whatever -- but to me? To me you became my people the day you agreed to stay here and accept our help.
"And she," he continued, nodding towards Carolina. It was clear that he was not actually trying to be rude by talking about her in front of her, but simply responding to Wash, "Came onto my land, attacked my people, disrespected one of my most trusted advisors, and refused to explain herself or answer literally any of our questions in a civil fashion. She may have her reasons for acting like that, but that doesn't excuse her behavior, particularly when you're the only one who has actually tried to speak apologetically on her behalf. And now, here she is, bossing around those I see as my people and trying to establish a base for herself on my land, unauthorized, after very pointedly telling us all to fuck off and making it clear she isn't a part of us. You may take offense to threats, but I'm under no obligation to play nice with hostile invaders, Wash. And that's what she's made herself into, from my perspective."
His gaze shifted to Carolina, and he regarded her for a moment, as if to confirm that she got that she was coming across as a fucking dick. And then his attention was back on Wash. "So before you want to lecture me about not knowing a damned thing about anything, maybe you should take a hard look at things from the other side, too. Because I understand that you have things to do and some awful situation that you're coming from, and I understand warzone mentalities, but I'm still not going to let her disrespect me or my people on our own damn territory." His gaze shifted to Carolina once more as she interjected, and there was a pause. This was the most empathy he'd seen her show anyone yet, and it was vaguely reassuring to see that she had the capacity. When she spoke to him, he met her gaze evenly, and supplied, "Warning intruders off our land isn't harassment, Carolina. But when you're ready to talk civilly, you can find me where ever."
His attention was back on Wash as discussion turned towards getting him looked at, and he rolled his eyes at the soldier's refusal. Typical. "Too bad. Everyone here has outvoted you, and we're going to get Rin to check you over at least briefly. Maybe get something for the headache." A pause, and a hint of a humorless smirk. "Sorry, Wash, but if you're finally admitting you're one of us, that means it's my job to look after you. To the clerics it is."
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