His first instinct is to refuse, without even an apology to damper it. He's not singing to frakking perform for anybody. He's singing because it's the only thing that makes it stop.
The phantom pain takes the decision out of his hands.
As his breath hitches, and his eyes tighten at the corners, he starts up the cycle anew: "Alone she sleeps, in the shirt of man..."
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His first instinct is to refuse, without even an apology to damper it. He's not singing to frakking perform for anybody. He's singing because it's the only thing that makes it stop.
The phantom pain takes the decision out of his hands.
As his breath hitches, and his eyes tighten at the corners, he starts up the cycle anew: "Alone she sleeps, in the shirt of man..."