[Slowly, he extracts the pipes. Raw memories wash ashore, breaking on the inside of his eyes - the way Kaori had smiled when he played for her and it was how it's supposed to be. His heart rattles, seeds in a parched husk. His eyes ache.
He stares down at the pipes in his hands. He wants to be alone. He wishes he could be small and hidden and safe to shatter at the softest touch of the past. Martel's music, something he hates to share with just anyone... But he needs this right now.]
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He stares down at the pipes in his hands. He wants to be alone. He wishes he could be small and hidden and safe to shatter at the softest touch of the past. Martel's music, something he hates to share with just anyone... But he needs this right now.]