[He turns to Peregine, first his head, then his body. As he opens his mouth, his calm demeanor begins to falter. A flash of horror, then serenity. His shoulders stiffen, then relax.
When he sings again, he can barely keep up with the melody. Lyrics pour out of his mouth faster than any human should, speeding through the message like a tape record on fast forward, fast forward, fast forward.]
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When he sings again, he can barely keep up with the melody. Lyrics pour out of his mouth faster than any human should, speeding through the message like a tape record on fast forward, fast forward, fast forward.]
Thiscan'tbethefinale,theendofsong
WhatwillhappentoyouwhenI'mdisconnectedandgone?
Ionlywantedtosingwithyouonceagain
ButIguessitwastoobigawishintheend
Ifthisiswherewesaygoodbye,I'mstillafraid
Allthesefeelingsstillkeepgettingintheway
I'mstillreachingforastringofzeroesandones
Andifthisistheendofscript,willImissthemwhentheyregone
Fadingawayfromhereuntilthere'snothingleft
It'ssopatheticrightnowthatIthinkofit
Onlythememoriesofthislinkwillremain
AndifHeforgetsmeatleastyou'llstillretain
IfthatalonecouldcometrueIcangoinpeace
LastingforeverlikehowIwassupposedtobe
ThisistheendnowbutIdliketothinksomeday
Evenifwefailthissongwillstillremain
[Angus sucks in a deep breath. He stands, terrified and wobbling.
He begins to fall to the floor.]