04-29-2018, 10:47 PM
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Dear gods, the last thing that Bast wanted to do was deal with injured visitors. Look, it wasn't that he didn't care about them, per se... Wait, no, that was exactly it. Bastille's sense of apathy was a strong one, and he didn't particularly care to extend his little regard for people to complete strangers who had absolutely no intention of becoming one of their own. Okay, sure, he did have a soul (or three) and was prone to moral outrage in the face of true evil and suffering, but... Well. You wouldn't see him jumping to help someone who didn't look like they were bleeding out on the spot (unless he truly cared about them).
Nevertheless, the bengal made an appearance at the border, letting his cold stare flicker over the stranger and Venta briefly before he sighed. Damnit. Just when he thought he was going to avoid everyone on this patrol. "Right, fuck, we'll get him patched up, I guess. Did you even need anything from us or...?" After all, it's not like Venta had stopped to ask questions.
Dear gods, the last thing that Bast wanted to do was deal with injured visitors. Look, it wasn't that he didn't care about them, per se... Wait, no, that was exactly it. Bastille's sense of apathy was a strong one, and he didn't particularly care to extend his little regard for people to complete strangers who had absolutely no intention of becoming one of their own. Okay, sure, he did have a soul (or three) and was prone to moral outrage in the face of true evil and suffering, but... Well. You wouldn't see him jumping to help someone who didn't look like they were bleeding out on the spot (unless he truly cared about them).
Nevertheless, the bengal made an appearance at the border, letting his cold stare flicker over the stranger and Venta briefly before he sighed. Damnit. Just when he thought he was going to avoid everyone on this patrol. "Right, fuck, we'll get him patched up, I guess. Did you even need anything from us or...?" After all, it's not like Venta had stopped to ask questions.
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]