STABBED THROUGH THE HEART

[nikkernoodle]

[It's late Thursday night, and the school is far darker than normal. The Band Room is now lit by candle light; far dimmer than electricity, but something that Salieri is fairly used to.

He's there now, seated at the piano, a candle resting in a dish on the edge of the lid as he works, plunking out chords and tinkering with melody and harmony, making notes on the paper, going back, trying again.]

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[violentenvies]

At this rate, I'll be gone either way. I was close enough to it, myself, that I gave you this--[he glances down at the dagger, pointedly, before his attention goes back to Discord, perhaps less than a step away from him now. He doesn't close that distance yet.]

...my story is already over. In my world. [quietly] Here, with this, there's a chance that it could continue. That we could continue, together, all of us.