"...You're welcome to tell me if this is untoward, or you're not comfortable to answer, but may I ask a question?"

Jon waits a beat, deciding the best way to go about it. He's starting to understand how everything ties together--- dying gods, their strange songs that bend wills, the universe and how it, itself, is a living, breathing thing. But what he wants to reach towards is closer than a distant world and the nightmares that wake on it.

"Your song, in this place. Is it something that you cherish, or you resent? Is it yours, or do you view it as the remains of your life before here?"