[it feels quiet, now, the thunder seeming distant. It's cold, but Discord is warm. It's...nice.
Salieri closes his eyes.]
And rain...will make the flowers.....
[his voice trails off, having no more breath in his lungs. He can't seem to find the energy to breathe in again, but maybe that's alright. Maybe his music will be forgotten now; maybe he'll fade into obscurity. But right now he's resting in the arms of someone he loves very much, for people he loves very much, and somehow, for the first time...that is enough.
A moment passes...two...and if Discord cares to look, he will find that Antonio Salieri is dead.]
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[it feels quiet, now, the thunder seeming distant. It's cold, but Discord is warm. It's...nice.
Salieri closes his eyes.]
And rain...will make the flowers.....
[his voice trails off, having no more breath in his lungs. He can't seem to find the energy to breathe in again, but maybe that's alright. Maybe his music will be forgotten now; maybe he'll fade into obscurity. But right now he's resting in the arms of someone he loves very much, for people he loves very much, and somehow, for the first time...that is enough.
A moment passes...two...and if Discord cares to look, he will find that Antonio Salieri is dead.]