I WILL GET YOU—

—get you.

Myself.

[now then, let us pause a moment. let us reflect.]

The…City?

[cue teeth gnashing, pulsing veins, etc. etc.]

LISTEN HERE, DEITIES. YOU SEND ME BACK RIGHT NOW. I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR NONSENSE AND YOUR CURSES, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

[This guy here is sitting at the piano of the Opera Abandoned and playing this song- ignore Oz talking in the clip, erk.

Eliot is very focused on his playing. Because he's been plagued by his special nightmares again, and music has a bit of a calming effect.

Even so, he pauses a moment, fingers stilling on the keys, and mutters to himself.]

Cheh, it doesn't sound the same without Reo...

[Regardless, he starts up again, a crease between his brows, whether from a headache or frustration, one can only guess.]

Things That Irritate Me:

1. Excess noise
2. Gilbert
3. Characters like Edgar from the Holy Knight series
4. People like Edgar from the Holy Knight series
5. Gilbert
6. The Vessalius family and their privileges
7. The fact that Reo is still not here
8. The fact that I am still here
9. The fact that this city is unorganized, uncouth...un-everything
10. The fact that this city is overseen by depraved tyrants
11. The fact that this city is called the City
12. Devices with one too many keys to press
13. Lists with no purpose


.....therefore, I am irritated BY MY OWN LIST.

Zai Vessalius—


…


Reo. What happened just now. Is this part of the illusion? ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING—


And suddenly, I am alone.


OI. YOU THERE. WHAT AM I DOING HERE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY…where is here.