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]

[This can't...this can't be happening. Discord, trying to kill himself to prevent the contents of this picture?

I wasn't really sure what else to do.

It rings familiar, because it is familiar. It's been the song of this entire situation since that first murder, getting louder and louder as the weeks have passed, as that feeling of helplessness increased--I couldn't do anything!--and now, here, it's bubbling over, causing Salieri's hands to shake.

There has to be a way out; there has to. There has to be some loophole to exploit, some way out of this. Salieri's mind scrambles to find something, anything to latch onto that will make it so this horrible choice does not actually have to be made]

--no. [he shakes his head--he can't, he can't just tell Discord where to stab himself--]