[ Orpheus glances back up at that, watching Salieri's face with some confusion as what he's saying starts to sink in. An offer of... understanding, for something he's been trying to bury for a very long time.

Quietly, he'll allow himself to admit, ]

It doesn't feel right. Wanting more. Most people with divine parents don't ever get to meet them. She already gave me so much. But I - sometimes I wonder if she would have stayed, for me, if I were a better poet, or a better singer, or an author good enough to deserve the attention of a muse. I tried for a really long time, to be good enough, but.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Other people need her more. And I have to be okay with that.