*He speaks easily but quietly, as one who knows exactly their answer.* A song, to remember her as well as I might. Telling all who hear of all the little things that make her who she is, and that make her mean so much to those who care about her. If she cannot be here in the flesh, she shall be here in song, so that she shall never be truly lost.
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He would be comforting if he knew how. Dream, unfortunately, doesn't know how. He is, after all, not the most comfortable of Endless.
"What will you do if she does not come back?"
Somehow the fingers, curving down the spine of the not'cat, seem to spark an idea.
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