We deal with loss in different ways, Stephen. [He just said that, didn't he? But it makes more sense to say, rather than the dark melody twisting in his head. It's from a time and place he doesn't know, but it makes sense.
That's the curse of humans, born in passion, you destroy.
... Better to not say that out loud.
What, then? He's never been good at empathy. Facts are easier to deal with, and facts say that his wife is gone, and he's worlds away. There are more pressing things to worry about.
His eyes squeeze tighter still. He focuses on the melody Stephen utters instead. And with time, the flow of music takes him too.]
Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you
no subject
That's the curse of humans,
born in passion, you destroy.
... Better to not say that out loud.
What, then? He's never been good at empathy. Facts are easier to deal with, and facts say that his wife is gone, and he's worlds away. There are more pressing things to worry about.
His eyes squeeze tighter still. He focuses on the melody Stephen utters instead. And with time, the flow of music takes him too.]
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you