[The Balladeer turns back to listening when the song begins, resting his folded hands over his mouth. It doesn't seem to affect him so readily; though a part of him aches in sympathy, he's never known love. He's tried not to let the evils of the world get to him like that. Some days are easier than others, but...]
Did he do it for love...?
[Is that what it meant? She was dead; what could it matter then?]
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Did he do it for love...?
[Is that what it meant? She was dead; what could it matter then?]