Thank you, Monsieur Angus. [his voice almost sounds a bit far away, detached, and he can hear the strains of music, weil ich dir entrissen bin, and there might be a slight tremble in his hand as he opens the cover, staring down at the overture within as moments from last night's dream wash over him, leaving him standing, still and shaking.
No, Maestro, after all the P̽̚A͐ȊNͨ́͗ͤ͑̕▒ you've caused us--!
Salieri can feel the guilt clawing at him, a sharp pain in his chest, he's done something, he caused this, but he doesn't know how--
Antonio? Is th▓t you?
How ar̤̤̻̘͇͔̀ͭ̓̀ͅê̷ͧ̓̾̓▒ ̀͜y̫͗ͤ͛̂͟ơ͔̯̭͗̔ͨ̉ͩ͋̀▓ǔ̦͈̈̎̽͟?]
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Salieri can feel the guilt clawing at him, a sharp pain in his chest, he's done something, he caused this, but he doesn't know how--