Degas had thought going to see live music would be doing as the goddesses had instructed him. Taking a rest, letting Angel tend the Temple for the night. But here it is, another demon incursion, and his heart is heavy and the ache of missing not just Melly, but most of the Leeds family, and other dear friends sits on him like a weighted blanket.

He stands. He sings. It's a simple melody, and one which both locals and newcomers might find familiar. He knows it as an old southern Glassighe song. Others might peg it as Scottish.

"Should old acquaintance be forgot..." His voice is trained, but thick with tears, faltering over the melody. Perhaps others who know it will help pick it up?