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And a long walk it <span class="mu-i">is</span>--call it wishful thinking, but when TT reminded you you’d be heading to Dock 118, well… you kinda hoped it wasn’t <span class="mu-i">actually</span> going to be that many docks away! That’s a <span class="mu-s">LOT</span> of docks!
Not that you expect an answer, but just when you’re contemplating asking Volka to carry you again you instead turn your attention to your stocky Spinner. Hey T, you begin, bracing for the masterclass in bullshittery you’re about to receive, have you ever told a lie and felt bad about it?
The Durher gives you a puzzled glace. “Well <span class="mu-i">yea</span>, Ant… everyone has, right?”
Well <span class="mu-i">THAT’S</span> an unexpected response. Yea, you nod as Volka tugs you to the side just in time to avoid walking into some kind of obstacle, so how did she, y’know, smooth things over?
“Meaning?”
Well she fessed up, right? How did she end up telling the truth? How’d it work out?
“It probably felt good, right?” Adds Volka with her tail swinging behind her excitedly! “Like a weight lifted off your shoulders!”
“Er, yea!” The Spinner replies as if remembering she left the oven on, “A big ole’ shoulder-boulder! Massive! Mhm!”
That seems to satisfy Volka, of course, but you opt to try a different approach. You can trust us, Tzah-Tzie… you know that, right?
The girl stumbles a bit in response, her gaze still focused on the road ahead. You’re just about to poke her when the girl whirls around to face you with a slightly forced smile!
“Wanna hear a song?”
The question hits you like a Canadian Goose. Uh, you sputter as you recover, s-sure!
Taking a moment to tune her Striili, an unusual calmness washes over the Durher as she starts to strum a slow, almost mournful melody–the Spinner refraining from singing until a few bars in.
“<span class="mu-i">Tear stains on a pillow case… a hard slap still aching on your face.. a hasty escape and a frantic chase…
the truth will set you free…
A silent glare, an empty chair, you run to say sorry, but there's nobody there... You scream and you cry and shout 'it's just not fair'...
the truth will set you free…
Wind blows... time slows... thorns that prick and stick and tear your clothes... where to next? Nobody knows…
the truth will set you free…
The truth's your key, now you're adrift at sea... you're paddle's gone and there's nowhere to flee... there's no more 'home', and you're doomed to roam... but don't you see? You're where you wanted to be... just take it from me... just take it from me....
The truth... will set you.... free.</span>”
Thumbing the strings a few more times, Tzah-Tzie turns to you once more with a small smile. “What’ja think? One of my first.”
“I… kinda got it?” Remarks Volka, her face scrunched up in confusion. “But I lost it halfway through…”
Well?
>Not bad!
>Kinda grim, isn’t it?
>What inspired that?
>It… could use a little work…
>Are you okay, T?
>Huh. Damn.
>Write-In!
