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Bastion responded to the description of the gun-evasion with a mix of a frown and head nod. The Yankee's shrug didn't seem to give his explanation the justice it deserved, Bastion reckoned. There was something quite grave and serious about being either feared or forgotten.

"Oh, you know," Bastion waved a hand. "The usual narrative. Girl meets boy. Boy is gorgeous and smooth in every sort of way. Girl runs away with boy. Boy turns out to be totally shady with unseeming intention. Girl stabs boy." He cracked a grin. "Normally, I would enjoy hearing stories like that. Living with one's a different matter."

He glanced off aside, as if looking at a door or a wall would somehow jolt him out of that destiny. "French. Of course. By Madame D'Aulnoy no less, the most underappreciated of fairytale authors." There were few things he was outspoken about, but the sidelining of his own writer was one of them.