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Bastille was trying, okay? He was trying. He knew he was just going to fail them all in the end, was going to take them down with him in a fiery blaze, but he was trying, desperately, to be good. To redeem his flaws, to give them better than he could truly offer. It was fucking killing him, slowly but steadily, and it was going to kill him when it all turned out to be for nothing. But he'd be fucking damned if he didn't go down without a fight.

So he patrolled the borders, he tried to keep up with everyone, he tried to find solutions for this goddamn plague, he tried to meet the new members. Tried to be welcoming, to be a good boy who watched his tongue and said hi and introduced himself. Tried and tried.

He was approaching the border then, and he just stopped. Because he could see Hazel, could see the joy and excitement and happiness that he hadn't seen in what felt like ages. He could see her lunging at this stranger, showering them with affection and just fucking radiance, and he felt like he was fucking dead inside. Because somehow, somehow, when he fucking needed her the most he got this darkness, but here was the light -- here was his light that he so desperately needed, and it was for this... girl. This stranger. This deserter, just like him, who somehow got special treatment.

He was gone almost as soon as he had approached, having turned back several yards away and simply left. He could be a good boy some other time, when he wasn't burning with the agony of it.

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Of course. Of course she would find him there, would happen to retreat to the stalls before he could escape back to his room. Bastille should have known, but somehow he didn't -- he was stupid, so fucking stupid, just hadn't fucking stopped long enough to think of how dangerous it was, lurking here. Lurking where she might find him, might see his panic, might show him just how little she cared.

Because she hated him. She hated him, and it was burning him from the inside out.

As he glanced up, eyes wild with turbulent emotion, he found himself staring at her. It was so startling, seeing her there, haloed by the light outside, that his breathing stuttered to a stop. He'd been so panicked a moment before, breaths rapid and desperate, but now -- stillness. He was perfectly still, holding his breath without realizing it, until his lungs started to burn and it finally shuddered out of him shakily. Fuck.

Fuck, fuck. There was nothing to say, and as he just kept staring at her, Bastille felt cold, dead. He wanted to just fucking die, wished Dahlia had simply killed him instead of unleashing this hell on Eden. Because he wasn't ready for this, he couldn't live with this, was aching and throbbing and fucking ruining himself with the guilt and panic and anger. He was broken, and there was no fixing him - not even with Hazel. And he didn't even have the luxury of trying to let her fix him, not any more: not when she looked at him with such hatred, such darkness, not when he was there very thing that had ruined everything.

"Fuck," he breathed out, shallowly, frozen to the spot. Bastille wanted her to leave, wanted to blink and see her disappear, but he was burning with his need for her at the same time. He pushed himself up, off the barn door, and spun away from her. He couldn't look at her, was fucking dying just looking at her, and he shoved a hand in his hair and clenched tightly as he closed his eyes. He could feel the tremors in his body, feel the headache throbbing dully, and he pressed against his head as if that could stop it. He didn't want to see her leave, and he struggled to pretend she hadn't even been there, that he'd imagined it.

He probably had.

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Screaming. He could hear screaming, echoing from somewhere down the hall - haunting, lingering.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck -- so far he had tried to keep shit under control, had tried to keep everyone together and safe, but it was starting. He was losing them, and he was going to lose them all: just like Dahlia wanted, just as was expected of him, because of course. Of course he'd fail.

He was down the hall immediately, anger burning in his gut as the ground heated in his path - he could feel the flames building up, reacting to his anger, but he didn't try to calm his rage. The plague was too strong, was starting to get to him; he slid in the doorway with tense shoulders and cracks splintering away from his paws, glare locked on the... hound?

"Vanilla?" he demanded, caught between wanting to attack and not really seeing an enemy.

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Bastilleprisoner knew he needed to greet her. He knew which room she'd chosen, knew she was settling in somewhere - and he had no doubt Hazel might be lingering, but he could pray she wasn't. That he could quietly say hi, be a good boy, and then leave before the sunshine of a girl showed up. He didn't want to, would rather just run into her at some point and awkwardly introduce himself, but he was forcing him to be a better person. Forcing himself to try.

"Uh, hey," he called at her door, fucking praying to all hell Hazel wasn't in there, too.

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Hazel. He could hear Hazel, hear her screams, first in excitement and then in angry desperation. And he had been avoiding her, avoiding her like the plague, practically fucking hiding from the girl - but not now. Now when he could practically taste her terror, when he had already lost Vanilla and knew the demons were getting more daring. Because what could he do, if he lost her to them? If Dahlia ripped Hazel from him, too?

(She already had, he knew. He'd lost Hazel, had forced her to hate him, but even if he couldn't have her he would fight desperately so that the others could. Would fucking die, if she was just... gone entirely. He couldn't live without her, was barely managing as it was, but if the demons got her? Fucking hell. Bastille would burn the world down.)

There was rich panic in his throat, the telltale sign of shaky control as he ran for the goddamn library, splinters crackling under paw and heat radiating from his body. He was going to rip them apart, all of them, but first-- first he had to make sure Hazel was okay. And for a moment there, as he slid into the room and his gaze found her, he was frozen. Frozen, staring at her, ice blue stare sliding over her, checking that she was okay, that she was breathing. That she was safe. There was the chilling flush of relief, but then, in a sudden burst, rage.

"What the fucking hell is the matter with you?" he yelled, unable to help himself -- his fear and panic were getting the better of him, his frustration spiking as the plague ate away at him, exposing him. The bengal glared at her viciously, stalking forward, wanting a closer look for wounds as he snapped, "We have a buddy system for a reason, Hazel! Do you think you're invisible just because these goddamn demons came from mommy? Do you think Pluto is going to keep you safe from them, Hazel? Fucking hell! Did you really come out here, alone, to search for a way to stop the demons and expect them to just leave you alone? They're not stupid, Hazel! They could have fucking killed you!"

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He will. This WindClanner sounded so certain, so secure in the knowledge that their new leader would lead well. With a sick sense of amusement, Bastille wondered what Eden would say about him -- probably, he imagined, something along the lines of burning shit to the ground. A work in progress, maybe. He tries, maybe. Whatever it was that they would say about him, Bast wasn't exactly expecting glowing remarks. He got the impression that they didn't mind him, but most certainly didn't respect or have faith in him. Which, rightly so - Bastille was a fucking mess, and a piss poor leader at that.

"Right. Uh, welcome," he greeted as he joined them, eyeing this strange hellhound. He rolled his eyes slightly at Cherry's remark, but fuck, it was true. "We're surviving, somewhat. I'm Bast," he added, belated. Awkwardly, he wondered if he was supposed to say anything else, and supplied vaguely, "Uh, offer Oliver my... congrats, or some shit."

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"Uh, thanks," he supplied awkwardly, not entirely too sure what to say other than that. He glanced at Gordon, and then added, "How are you guys doing in StormClan?" That sounded social. Mature. Seemed like the right thing to say, maybe. An awkward pause, and then, "I'm Bast."

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Somewhere, Robin was shouting. He hadn't seen much of the guy around lately, no, but who could fucking blame him? He had to deal with Bastille trying to fuck around with leadership, for starters, and he had to deal with a hoard of fucking demons. Not exactly a fun place, and he wouldn't blame the guy for running like hell. But no, there was a familiar voice shouting about some sort of mission, and Bast huffed before heading in his direction. The incident with Hazel made him edgy about people traveling alone, and sure enough, he greeted Robin with a scowl. "Dude. Where's your buddy? Get a damn buddy for your mission, Robin, it's dangerous to go alone."

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Hazel. Bastille was desperate to avoid her, uncomfortable being too close, but he didn't really have a choice here, did he? He was trapped, stuck with greeting this newcomer, and Hazel had beat him there. He tore his gaze away from her as he approached the two, and offered awkwardly, "Welcome to Eden. Uh, what was it? Archimedes? I'm Bast."

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Bastille tensed up, his glare narrowing as that gaze whipped around towards him. Not Vanilla, no - her aura was dark and smoldering, unfamiliar, unsafe. And her voice was off, wrong; Bastille felt that white-hot anger flicker aggressively, wildly, but he struggled to tamper back on it. This demon, despite snatching Vanilla, didn't seem hostile -- yet.

"Bring her back," he said slowly, staring at the hound with a glare.