[ Bastien endures the rumpling, like a sucker. The offended nose-wrinkle that passes over his face is for the thought of having any allegiance at all to 90% of the squabbling petty bastards who paid him. ]

I never had any to start with, [ gross, ] except to— [ He doesn't want to talk about Vincent again, so he makes a you know sort of gesture instead. ] But I did not work alone. When I was younger I did not know who was paying for anything, honestly, and after that I had a partner—and she is angry enough with me as it is.

If it becomes relevant to saving the world, you will be the first or second person to know. Assez bon?