Shuyin and Baralai's master/slave relationship has always intrigued me, especially since it's not Shuyin's fault that he's evil. He's not even the real thing, just some ghost. Death does not exist in Spira, I tell you. :P
XXXV.
Discordance
{See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil}
"Sol. Mi*! Re*..."
Baralai stalks the mystical savanna, swinging his staff like a long, dangerous baton, conducting chaos and lunacy, singing destruction and laughing at it. Ensemble of pyre flies swirl and sway, rapt and confused, resonating notes in synchronicity to a passive harp. Hostile, futile resistance fumes inside its prison of a woodwind resonator. Repercussions from the past strike the chords in his heart, violin strings scraping emotions until insanity screeches within shaken thoughts, brass begging for mercy, whispering to his solo puppeteer, the deaf concertmaster.
Pleas die fast following the fleeting tune of a helpless flute, and hope chimes soft and resilient in the face of horror.
"Do*... Ti... La... Sol... Fa... Mi... Fa, Sol, Do..."