Third Moon - Working like a dog - [Video]
[Bran is settled on a pile of rubble, legs folded under him, he's tuning an acoustic guitar. Leaned over the instrument, his face is intent and gentle, he hums a little when he's finished and settles back to look at the PCD. Sunlight shines on his hair and face, making him look strangely even younger.]
Whether or not death is permanent here, whether or not the man deserved it... He's a little something for the lost.
[He begins to play. When the song ends his head is bowed for a moment, eyes closed. He looks up suddenly, flashing a brilliant smile at the PCD, and a wink.]
And here's for anyone else. I'll take requests for an hour, if I know the song.
[He begins to play something much more upbeat, this time singing along. He's got an incredible voice, deep and perfectly pitched.]
Whether or not death is permanent here, whether or not the man deserved it... He's a little something for the lost.
[He begins to play. When the song ends his head is bowed for a moment, eyes closed. He looks up suddenly, flashing a brilliant smile at the PCD, and a wink.]
And here's for anyone else. I'll take requests for an hour, if I know the song.
[He begins to play something much more upbeat, this time singing along. He's got an incredible voice, deep and perfectly pitched.]