[As the song unfolds, he finds himself initially listening with rapt attention, and then just staring out at the water and letting the harmonies sink in. It's music like nothing he's ever heard before, neither vocal as he understands it nor instrumental but somehow both. And it's beautiful.
They really would love this. What little he remembers of them tells him this as if it's fact. Both his mother and father had been so open to new things, so loving of all forms of life, and they would have surely been amazed to know that out there in the universe were people made of metal who can show their appreciation for the world through song.
There are tears welling at the corners of his eyes, and he carefully blots them out with his sleeve. No point looking unaffected, so at least he can try not to smear his makeup.]
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They really would love this. What little he remembers of them tells him this as if it's fact. Both his mother and father had been so open to new things, so loving of all forms of life, and they would have surely been amazed to know that out there in the universe were people made of metal who can show their appreciation for the world through song.
There are tears welling at the corners of his eyes, and he carefully blots them out with his sleeve. No point looking unaffected, so at least he can try not to smear his makeup.]
That was beautiful. What's it called?