Wonderful.
Back to the world of the living. And the pain.
The locket. It was right there, within the grip of a tentacle, and yet he did not grab it. It would only provoke him to further emotional and physical savagery. All it would do is drive him madder.
The memories were too painful, the sorrow and rage devouring him.
His soul, or whatever was left of it, was torn to pieces every time he set tentacle to his organ or the winding notch of his locket.
The song reminded him of...her.
Her face, her eyes, her taste, how it felt to be inside her, all the things that he would never experience again, thanks to the monster he had become, on the inside as well as outside.
He merely sat at the organ, too calm to play the raging music, too saddened to listen to the locket's quiet, reminiscent tune.
He would never be whole again.