"It is merely my life. Because. It is all I can do." She grips on a little tighter, and-- breathes in, and despite everything, because she can feel the shaking hand, she hums.
The tune is almost certainly off, and anyone who could repeat it would tell you it's a butchery, and her teeth start to chatter almost immediately, but the lilting rhythm and natural key make it unmistakable:
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Date: 2025-03-18 07:30 am (UTC)The tune is almost certainly off, and anyone who could repeat it would tell you it's a butchery, and her teeth start to chatter almost immediately, but the lilting rhythm and natural key make it unmistakable:
She's trying to hum a lullaby.