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I'm in a good mood. So, I think I should share my good mood with everyone! [In one of the ruins by La Llorona, Roa sat with his back to his locket, a number of the twisted trees with human-like faces shifting uneasily in his presence. He carried a lute with him, playing a few notes, interrupting the eerie silence that had otherwise been uncharacteristic of the swamp-lands. Not a toad croaked. Not a mouse squeaked. There was the lute for a moment, before a number of pallid looking spirits rose from the trees, moaning and writhing in front of Roa.]

This is a song from my world--a good one for the moment, I think! Now, before I get complaints about the lyrics-- it's more about the motif than the context...

[The ghosts wailed as Roa raised one hand to interrupt his lute-playing. He curled his fingers and they rolled in pain at his command.]

Like we practiced.

[The ghosts--in bad tune and tempo, all began singing Bob Dylan's 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door'. It was disjointed, lacked timing and none of the spirits understood the keys that had to be taken. Roa didn't mind it, though. He played his lute to set the beat and tempo even if the ghosts failed to accomplish the same. He stopped playing when the song was done, turning to give the locket a lazy sort of smile.]

Terrible, but we've got plenty of time to practice some more.

[The locket cut out.]

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I don't need the pompous lectures from someone who has their tale between their legs.

It goes two ways. I don't want to die and you don't want me to turn you into a corpse puppet.

Now, will you change your mind, or am I just going to hear a repeat of that grade-school retort?

You may as well, the answer is obvious enough. Don't misconstrue my words to your liking.

Oh, it was nothing you said. You just danced around admitting your common human errors.

I'm sorry, I missed the part where I offered myself up to your little choir. On that thought, don't you think it's unwise to profess your fears to a stranger? You never know when they'll be used against you.

W-What?

Are you so dense that you think that's something that can be used against me?

I also hate stubbing my toe, by the way.

Who doesn't hate stubbing their toes. But don't you think that's something you should keep to yourself? While you conveniently raise the dead? That isn't suspicious in the least.

Ahhh, that's another topic entirely. [The dead, anyway.]

Everyone's afraid of dying, even if they take on that idiotic notion of being 'valiant' and 'brave'. To say you're without fear of something everyone fears is just insulting the rest of the world.

What I don't understand is why you seem to believe it's abnormal. If you can't understand that universal constant, then you're the abnormality. Being abnormal compared to me? That's the kicker.

That may be, but it is usually not one of the first things to come into a conversation.

[ At least she's sure of it.

Pretty sure. Unless she's more socially inept than she realizes. What a weird man, he reminds her of the Mad Hatter already. ]

It is abnormal when initially I was curious about your singing entourage.

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