verse four is audio

[allsongs]

[a little night music, Exsilium?

this feed comes within the midst of some, with Simmaeri idly grazing her fingers across the face of the tablet. she's taken to song while she waits for some sound – more fresh voices from the machine. but it's rather late (say, 2am? shush i can forward date if i want), so there's few stirring.

those who do have the network open can hear, though. some foreign song with foreign words, somehow conveying something about silver ladies and faraway cages...sleeping kings and a girl on fire (who isn't alicia keys). slow and soft, rather sad.

it tapers now and then to a humming refrain, the last of which ebbing to quiet with the end of the song.]

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[allsongs]

[a murmuring bit of music, pondering.]

Many men do not know the songs sung of them.

[skennen]

And many men have not done anything worth singing about.

[allsongs]

No?

What is worth it, songless man? Who has said so, and who is to be believed?

[skennen]

... Good questions.

[Questions he's not sure he has the answers to.]

[allsongs]

[there is a gentler note in her voice:]

There is time to know the answers, Connor. But only so much. It is better you answer the questions you care most about first.

[skennen]

... Yes, of course.

I will hope to hear you sing again sometime.

[allsongs]

Listen, Connor, and will hear me in this city. But maybe not always.

I will have a song for you.

[skennen]

My ears will be open, Simmaeri.