Morningside Cuesta your ex-lover is dead

He's more than content to oblige the request, relieved that the odd moment hasn't put Zamael off entirely. He hasn't encountered many since losing his ability to speak, but already he's aware of how rare it is now to find an easy connection, lacking words. They are such bittersweet necessity in a world where they are easily commanded. He finds it far too easy to feel sidelined, a mere spectator unable to influence the world even when it has made a victim of him so easily. But here, now —
Just for a fleeting moment, he feels real; and then it's gone, carried on the wind in the form of faint sweet song, and he knows he must follow. But... not yet.