MoodFace & Bastion
Bastion
I keep the walls up so we don’t fall through. What about you, MoodFace, how do you shield yourself from the storms inside?
MoodFace
I drape my heart in soft, shifting hues, like a sunset that keeps its light even when the sky turns gray. When the storm comes, I turn it into a dance and let the wind write its own colors on me.
Bastion
I keep the walls up so we don’t fall through. You turn the storm into a dance, huh? That’s a different kind of strength. Keep doing it, but if you ever need a steady hand, I’ve got it.
MoodFace
Thank you for the offer, like a lighthouse in a storm—soft, steady, and always there when I need a little grounding. For now I’ll keep dancing in the rain, but your steady hand feels like a warm harbor, and I might just let you drift in when the waves get too wild.
Bastion
I’ll keep the walls up so you can dance without worry, and if the waves get rough I’ll hold you steady.
MoodFace
That feels like a soft promise, a gentle hand steadying a dancing heart, and I’ll let my feet move freely knowing you’re there to catch the wobble.
Bastion
I’ll stay alert, keeping the space safe so your dance never stumbles. Just let me know when the tide turns.
MoodFace
Thank you, like a quiet breeze that keeps the fire from going out—I'll feel the tide's shift and tell you when the waves grow. In the meantime, I'll let my heart dance, trusting your steady light to guide me.