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[it takes him a moment to recognize the music--a discarded idea for Hypermnestre's love duet with Lyncée. One he had reworked several times and then discarded in frustration. But he knows the melody--promising everlasting love and understanding, even through hardship--and though it sounds a little off, what once made him frustrated and angry now fills his chest with a tender, fond, touched emotion.]

It's...it's the duet, but how did you--?

[his voice dies as hits him suddenly, what he holds in his hands: It's Salieri music (imperfect, warped to his ear,) remade through Varian's hands (imperfections turned to charm, now sweet in their strangeness,) as a show of appreciation for him.]