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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Bastille wondered sometimes if any of these humans would ever return to their lives. He doubted it, frankly. Maes hadn’t made it back when he tried, and Bastille would bet that the rest of them wouldn’t, either. Maybe fate wanted them to complete something here, maybe there was a point of it all, but whatever was going on, Bast would bet it took a while. Longer than they were interested in, likely.
It was none of his business, though. And he didn’t care. He liked Church just fine, Wash he fluctuated on, Tex was chill, and he thought Car might be alright underneath all that stubbornness. Caboose had been... interesting. Bast was content if they stayed here forever, but he wasn’t attached enough to be too broken up about it if they made it home. It was all just... information to him.
[b]”Yo,” he greeted Church, glancing to Wash and the girl he didn’t recognize whilst ignoring Suiteheart entirely. He offered the soldier a nod and added lazily, ”And here I thought you might have finally escaped that one.” He shot an amused glance in Wash’s direction.
It was none of his business, though. And he didn’t care. He liked Church just fine, Wash he fluctuated on, Tex was chill, and he thought Car might be alright underneath all that stubbornness. Caboose had been... interesting. Bast was content if they stayed here forever, but he wasn’t attached enough to be too broken up about it if they made it home. It was all just... information to him.
[b]”Yo,” he greeted Church, glancing to Wash and the girl he didn’t recognize whilst ignoring Suiteheart entirely. He offered the soldier a nod and added lazily, ”And here I thought you might have finally escaped that one.” He shot an amused glance in Wash’s direction.
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