[Music Log #1] Cultivating Life

At first, I didn't even consider naming it "Honor of Calpheon"... Words like "honor" have too much -hic- sparkle to 'em. This song... it's not sweet. It's a bitter song about bitter times; times so hard -hic- you don't want to think about 'em, since there's still folks suffering through this life alone. If there's a -hic- next life, and if it was up to me, I wouldn't choose to be reborn as a Calpheonian. This life hasn't worked out to my liking at all. Rather than honor, I would've chosen the word...agony. I composed this while -hic- dwelling upon the -hic- emotions of those four who walked this path. I'm getting -hic- emotional, but this has been somehow cathartic. You've got yourself an instrument, I see. Mind playin' me something? Doesn't -hic- matter so long as it's something you like.

I see you've got -hic- an instrument. Could you play me something? Doesn't matter so long as it's -hic- something you like.

...Marvelous. I mean that. Don't be fooled by the lack of emotion in my voice. I'm exhausted, worn out by countless wars, big and small. And yet, thanks to you, I think I'll dream something good tonight.