six [action/voice]

[imatreenow]

[A peaceful melody played on a panpipe can be heard through the journal, or by anyone who happens to be passing by House 52 this afternoon. Veteran residents may recognize this particular tune as one that Martel played on occassion during her stay in Luceti, but to Mithos it is simply the song his sister would play to comfort him all those many, many years ago. Even now, it remains a source of comfort, one of the ways in which he can remember Martel. He can feel her presence beside him as he sits beneath a tree at the edge of the woods behind the house. Outside, despite the chill. Martel's music was never meant to be contained by walls, just as her soul and his memories of her were never meant to be contained by death.

Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.

Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]

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[Calmly:] ...Think about it for a while, Mithos.

Thank you, for the wonderful music.

[She quietly closes her journal, frowning down at it.

Progress or not, she sees there's a lot of darkness in his heart. It's awful, really.]

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[Mithos quickly slams his own journal shut and pushes it away from him. What is wrong with that woman? Does she really believe he'll change is mind? Of course he won't...

He reaches into his pocket to brush his fingers against Martel's panpipe. She is all he needs. As long as Martel returns to his side...]