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[salvagedsoul]

[A small, white-haired child, about six or seven years old, stares directly into the video lens. He seems to be wearing something like a hospital gown. The whites of his eyes look a little pink and puffy, like he's been crying. But his face is completely blank.]

This isn't where I'm supposed to be. [despite his expression, there's tension in his voice.]

No one's come to get me. [more tension.]

Where is my piano?

[after another second of cold staring, the video ends.]

Comments

[salvagedsoul]

Your soul, or your body, too?

[chubbybun]

I may be killed, although I shall return in the cycle of rebirth. The soul, of course, remains ever eternal.

[salvagedsoul]

Then we are the same.

[This makes him smile as he sticks another strawberry in his mouth. Another person like him? It's a totally foreign concept, but it makes him feel good.]

My name's Kaworu.

[chubbybun]

Kaworu. [Balder nods. They might be from different pantheons, but that hardly matters.] We shall have to see about that piano. And perhaps I shall pick up a lyre for myself.

[salvagedsoul]

[Making friends is fun.]

What's a lyre?

[chubbybun]

'Tis a stringed instrument. Slightly more mobile than a piano.

[salvagedsoul]

Strings... like a violin?

[chubbybun]

Strings like a harp. 'Tis its cousin.