>>5337369"Oh... I wonder what could have happened..." Sonia feared for the boy's safety as he went back into the swamp.
"I can telepathically speak to either you or Femto at a later time. You have more urgent matters to atend. For now, let me take care of this child." The faceless entity teleported itself close to Benny, before leaving it back to it's tent, full of humans, instruments, and away of the monsters that could hurt him.
The calmness that emanated from the entity scared even the mass that formed them. Despite hatred and sorrow being the thing that kept them together, the form that Griffith could freely use of souls to release them and make a showing to the living Midlanders as they said they last goodbyes to the ghosts of their relatives as they ascended... It almost made them forget of the grim fate that awaited them all in the abyss.
Yet with so many different personalities and wishes resurfacing, why was she losing focus on killing Vlad, just because a child she just met seemed unhappy?
Benny would ignore any meetings and gatherings from adults after that day, remaining in his tent day and night practicing several chord progressions, switching between pipes, bells and whistles as he tried to make a song that would please Lord Griffith. Perhaps if the strongest fighter of Midland showed approval of his songs, his pacifism would be taken seriously, as he would be crowned a master of the cultured arts and forget about the suffering that happened to him.
But even when younger children gathered around to hear his small concerts, they would remain with the same unanimous reception:
"It's very beautiful... But so sad... I wish he played something nicer..."
Weirdly enough, stage fright was something that would never happen to Bernard Jr, as long as he kept his eyes on people his age... He would not meet the gaze of the ones wearing The Crest Of The Falcons.
From afar, their identity was masked by their helms. It was impossible to say if they were truly humans worth trusting, or the apostles that preyed on him.
Alas, music was all he knew, so he would tell the world his story through his sounds.
>Cadenza: Chapter End. 