[This poor boy is so complex. So many horrible things happen to him, continue to happen, and will probably keep happening. That's life, but she wonders if there's a way out. One that isn't so punishing on innocent lives, and the man who may influence them.
She plays in a minor key, though the tempo increases with the dramatics of the memory. A Sand Steamer about to take hundreds of lives, the will to pump the brakes and stop it before it can. Billowing sand, a shout to stop, a plea to a God who isn't listening...]
Those small souls keep you tethered. They know that, and thus you are a captured butterfly in a spider's web. Hopeless, waiting to be devoured.
[Some horse-hairs on her bow snap with the force of her playing. One, two, but that's alright. It was bound to happen, and it isn't stopping her from playing.]
You need to snap the web holding you and break free. Who's to say your captors won't turn around and hurt that which you love even if you do their bidding? Shackled as you are... do they expect you to retaliate against them?
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She plays in a minor key, though the tempo increases with the dramatics of the memory. A Sand Steamer about to take hundreds of lives, the will to pump the brakes and stop it before it can. Billowing sand, a shout to stop, a plea to a God who isn't listening...]
Those small souls keep you tethered. They know that, and thus you are a captured butterfly in a spider's web. Hopeless, waiting to be devoured.
[Some horse-hairs on her bow snap with the force of her playing. One, two, but that's alright. It was bound to happen, and it isn't stopping her from playing.]
You need to snap the web holding you and break free. Who's to say your captors won't turn around and hurt that which you love even if you do their bidding? Shackled as you are... do they expect you to retaliate against them?