[ Meanwhile, Orpheus rolls out the cloth, waiting for Eurydice to finish her work before draping it over what's left of the Balladeer. He could've laid the coins over his eyes first, the pouch full of them weighing heavy in his pocket, but if they're taking him elsewhere, if they're going to lay him to rest like he deserves, Orpheus will do it then. ]
Where are we taking him? The woods? Do you think we can make it?
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Where are we taking him? The woods? Do you think we can make it?