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[ He hadn't heard from Orpheus in a bit. They had guitar lessons every now and then but nothing much of late. Not with the town becoming a literal desert and his own death having occurred late last month.

But, when he hears the message he's not unsurprised of the contents of it. It is still the same day after all. He does respond though; ]

Don't think I can give an answer that even measures on the bar of 'okay.' [ It's a little depressing sounding. He's quiet before he adds; ]

I don't think we'll be having guitar lessons anymore.

[ Orpheus just hums quietly in solemn understanding. ] Mm. I get it. It's not the kind of thing you can just get over.

[ Not anything approaching quickly, anyway. Orpheus touches a hand to the scar wrapping around his own shoulder before continuing. ]

No, I think that would be kind of difficult. But, if you want, I could try teaching you to play piano? There are some really great pieces that are written for, um. One hand.

[ He sighs, not sure how reassuring any of that was. ]

What I mean is, um. I'm here if you want to talk about it? I know we're not the closest friends, but I thought I should at least offer.

[ He's not sure he even wants to pick up another instrument now. It just wouldn't be the same. He'd worked hard on that hobby since he got here and now all of that seemed gone. Sure there was talk of getting him a new arm but would he even be able to play the same?

He sighs though. ]

Sure. I dunno if I'd be up to learning right now but...yeah I could try it.

Be something to do other than focus on what happened.

You don't have to if you don't want to! I just thought it might be something nice to try. But let me know whenever you feel like it, if you do.

[ The only piano he really knows of in town that's accessible to most people is the one in Pixie's, and Glitch might be a little young to be in there. With everything falling apart, though, Orpheus feels like he could probably pull a few strings. ]

Is there anything you need help with now, though? Even if it's just getting supplies or listening to you talk for a bit, I don't mind.

[ It's hard not to feel like a small kid when every offers all these things to him. Help. Supplies. An ear to talk to. It makes him feel small and he's not sure how to really feel about that.

He pauses for a moment as he sits there with his device and well...even if he can't play- ]

Think you could play your guitar for me? I'd like that.

[ And Orpheus gets that, that it must be kind of overwhelming having people crowd all around you and clamor to help when you're trying to figure out how you feel in the first place after a loss. He's been there. But he feels like it's better to offer something than not. ]

Oh, sure! [ he says, and his voice goes a little more distant thanks to him setting the Fluid on the table as he picks up his guitar, though he's still perfectly audible thankfully. ] Is there anything in particular you want to hear, or a mood you'd like me to try for?

[ What he was in the mood for was to bury his head so far into his pillows and never come out. But, that's not an answer he would give, since he knows Orpheus is only trying to help.

But, he's not sure what he wants to hear, so instead he just says; ]

You have any original pieces? I'd listen to that. [ Orpheus did seem like the guy who played the guitar for more than just a hobby. ]

Oh, sure! Just, let me think. [ Orpheus strums a repetitive set of chords idly as he considers what would be something fitting to play. Narcissus and Echo? No, that's too depressing Perseus? That one's kind of long and complicated. What about something simple?

Right, he thinks he's got it. He adjusts his grip on the guitar and starts to play something livelier, almost percussive in quality. ]

Sailing to the southern reach
The peerless Argonauts are we
Questing to find the golden fleece
Where the river meets the sea

Oh, Jason is a noble man
With hair as dark as night
Wise Chiron raised him, so they say
And taught him how to fight
He stands aboard the Argo's deck
And always steers her right

And Heracles, that son of Zeus
Was strong as fifty men
The Fates would try to knock him down
But he'd get back up again
Clad in a coat made from the pelt
Of the Nemean Lion

There's Atalanta, fleet of foot
Proud and brave and strong
Try to keep up with her
But she's already gone
Faster than any man or beast
Who dared to take her on

Sailing to the southern reach
The peerless Argonauts are we
Questing to find the golden fleece
Where the river meets the sea

[ Glitch just sits back and listens because really that's all he could do now. Listen to music. Not really play it since well. No arm. The one hobby he was enjoying that he picked up here and it was taken.

However, when Orpheus finishes he sighs a little. ]

You're really good. I don't even think about it when we were doing our lessons but yeah.

Really good...

Thanks! [ says Orpheus, bright but still a little concerned underneath it. For lack of a better idea of how to help, he just... keeps talking, hoping he can take Glitch's mind off things for at least a little while. ]

There's a lot more verses - there were a lot of people on the Argo, and I tried to include everyone? And there was a lot of time to write them, during the trip. But I think you get the idea.

Did you ever travel much, before coming to Deerington?

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