Late night

[getter_class]

[It's one in the morning. The Tower rumbles along the ground alongside the giant White Chalice. After the last few battles, the two ships are closer together than they normally are for safety, and so any of you night owls may occasionally pick up the sound of someone playing a harmonica when the wind blows in the right direction if you're standing

Comments

[emorangerblack]

[What a lonely-sounding melody. Of course Devon will investigate.]

[getter_class]

[After several seconds of listening, the music dies off. Although nothing is said, the silence has a quality to it that says to Devon that Hayato knows she is there and is waiting for an explanation or at least an introduction.]

[emorangerblack]

Do you play this every night?

[Devon is rather disappointed that the music stopped, but she wants to know.]

[getter_class]

No, but sometimes even I feel nostalgia for the past.

[emorangerblack]

Nostalgia, is it...
[Understands what Hayato means. Understands very well.]

If given the chance, would you do anything from your past differently?

[getter_class]

Who wouldn't?

[emorangerblack]

Someone who lives a life of no regrets.

Is there anything in particular?

[getter_class]

...No.

[There is a silent but very present "I'm obviously lying but don't you fucking push it." tacked on to that no.]

[emorangerblack]

[Shrug. Suit yourself, Hayato - Devon is not bloody-minded enough to continue this thread of thought. She'll stay around on the off chance he continues to play though.]

[getter_class]

[After a minute or two the harmonica picks back up. Devon can do as she pleases.]

[emorangerblack]

[Will listen for a while, seeming absentminded. This is the most vulnerable Devon has been ever since her arrival on White Chalice.]