Verso: That’s… unusual.
Lune: What happened here?
Troubadour: I didn’t want to kill my friends. I just wanted to play with them. Even when I managed to play a note right, I messed up right after. Can you believe it? I’m expected to use my instrument to kill, and I’m… Angry. I can not play. I will never play again. I beg you. Please, Mistress, I seek your help…
Lune: A Nevron who does not wish to kill?
Troubadour: Teach me. Teach me how not to kill. Teach me… how to play.
Lune: I’m afraid none of us are familiar with your instrument.
Troubadour: No… I-… Mistress! This cannot continue!
Lune: Um, well, perhaps we could help you practise?
Troubadour: … Truly? Yes. Help me learn how to not kill! Don’t get hit when I play some wrong notes, do get hit when I play the right notes. Surely that should be easy for you!
Lune: Right. Let’s do it. (It worked.)
Troubadour: … Wait! Have this. To prove my gratitude. You’re here again. Would you like to hear me play?
Lune: Why were you so upset earlier?
Troubadour: Before you help me practise, the silence… frightened me… All I could hear was… A screaming void of nothingness. But right now… I can hear it- Creation. Every friend around the world… All in tune…
Lune: You said earlier that you are expected to kill?
Troubadour: We… are expected to kill the Mistress’ enemies. Those who seek Chroma.
Lune: Why?
Troubadour: To… deny them. I do not know more than this.