He wants to leave- he wants to leave- but he stands frozen. It seems he does not get to decide whether he is up for having this conversation; it is here, and his to deal with. Ken will not let this one go; Siebren cannot blame him for that.
Still, he winces at Ken's words before stepping fully into the car, closing and locking the door behind him. If they are to have this conversation, he wants no one else involved.
He takes a seat opposite Ken, and sighs, and thinks, or tries to. How can he explain? How can he even begin to describe the melody of the universe, the music that surrounds him every moment of the day, the answers it contains, if only he could understand them-
No. No. Do not lose the thread. Hold it together.
"Do you...hear that music?"
The question is soft, and almost sad. He knows the answer - every time he asks, even when he forgets himself, he knows the answer - and yet he cannot help but hope that someone understands.
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Still, he winces at Ken's words before stepping fully into the car, closing and locking the door behind him. If they are to have this conversation, he wants no one else involved.
He takes a seat opposite Ken, and sighs, and thinks, or tries to. How can he explain? How can he even begin to describe the melody of the universe, the music that surrounds him every moment of the day, the answers it contains, if only he could understand them-
No. No. Do not lose the thread. Hold it together.
"Do you...hear that music?"
The question is soft, and almost sad. He knows the answer - every time he asks, even when he forgets himself, he knows the answer - and yet he cannot help but hope that someone understands.