[Regina's left hand slips under Gokudera's right, the only truly difficult part of the piece, playing the witch's death between the dissonant melodies of the feuding lovers. Then the melody sweeps together, almost resolving. The two parts go back and forth, an angry, sonorous fugue.]

Th-their kingdoms w-went to war. They were the q-queens of t-two City States. They destroyed each other.

[Her fingers still on the keys, the melody entirely Gokudera's, low and rich.]

That is Koriim, in winter, as shavaesda. All genders and no gender, everything and nothing, the sum of all things and the absence of them, too. Koriim wept over the battlefield and the dead. No one survived the war. The salt of Koriim's tears burned the earth, and n-now there's n-nothing but desert there.

[Now, she plucks lightly at her part, adding in a soft harmony.]

So we are r-reminded to be honest and g-gentle in our l-love, because w-we can destroy our w-world.