by Basil Benson » Tue May 31, 2016 5:30 pm
It was only now, as he was in the middle of unhinging Death's lower jaw and by her repeating herself that Basil realized Colette was implying *him*. He often forgot that for a British school, Brits were a surprising minority.
"Oh, aahhhh...Well." He said in his normal voice, Death's mouth hanging open like he was having a hearty laugh. Basil didn't really know either of the returnees that well, and he turned his neat gin on the counter in a few rotations while he thought on it. He wasn't even sure where the hell they'd gone in the first bloody place, just that they had returned.
"When I think on travel, I think of the following:
'Roads go ever ever on, under cloud and under star, but feet that wandering have gone, turn at last to home afar.' "
That seemed sufficient to him. If it wasn't, someone else could handle it. He held his glass aloft.
"May our feet always find their way home, no matter how far one wanders."