Nero, it's me again. It's been me for a while. I know that you have a tendency to drown out the world around you with your own music when you're frustrated, but since this place has it's own music, I thought I could try to sing for you.
[ Her voice sounds drained of the usual bustling joy to it. A bird without joy can hardly sing, but she'll make an attempt. It's cheap to do a song he's heard before, but in her current condition, she wants to cry out in pain, so it'll do. ]
Listen to my voice calling you Calling you out of darkness Hear the devil's cry of sin Always turn your back on him
With the wind you go and still I dream of your spirit leading you back home--- [ And then it's cut off by a whimper of pain. ]
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[voice] ☏ [7/15, 8:26 PM]
[ Her voice sounds drained of the usual bustling joy to it. A bird without joy can hardly sing, but she'll make an attempt. It's cheap to do a song he's heard before, but in her current condition, she wants to cry out in pain, so it'll do. ]
Listen to my voice calling you
Calling you out of darkness
Hear the devil's cry of sin
Always turn your back on him
With the wind you go and still
I dream of your spirit leading you back home--- [ And then it's cut off by a whimper of pain. ]
Suppose I wasn't ready for this just yet...