Marbles on Glass
18. Tune
Your weapons may be words, but hers is silence.
Even powerful sounds like yours are crushed by the absence of an answer. You, a master of language and thought, were doomed to lose to a mute glare.
Disgraceful as it is, victory is definitely hers.
You hurt her, maybe. No more than that. But she gained control without speaking a word — which is, to you, the most wonderful and terrifying of things.
Letting her go with either of the two wouldn't be enough. In between the extremes, she deserves a compromise.
It feels only natural to give her a song.