[ The calls of their sisters are still ringing in his ears when the first notes of a lovely little song reach him. Why they would have brought him here he can't say, but for so many plants to summon him through a gate of great power and reach, then the him he's been called to aid must be important indeed.
This is the city of December, Knives recalls, only the last time he was here it was more heavily populated. He has to admit, without the crowds of humans polluting the air and fighting in the streets, isn't not an unpleasant town. And the music is lovely.
He follows his ears a block or so, to a building with a broken door. And there, at the piano, is a child he would know in any universe. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded and listening, his mind in a whirl.
So this is who he has been brought here to save? ]
i couldn't resist
This is the city of December, Knives recalls, only the last time he was here it was more heavily populated. He has to admit, without the crowds of humans polluting the air and fighting in the streets, isn't not an unpleasant town. And the music is lovely.
He follows his ears a block or so, to a building with a broken door. And there, at the piano, is a child he would know in any universe. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded and listening, his mind in a whirl.
So this is who he has been brought here to save? ]
That piano isn't worthy of your talents.