"A future that doesn't exist," he says honestly. Has no reason to hide it. If he did, he wouldn't have played it. He had a feeling what such song could prompt, the can of worms there. "In the way that we Summoned seemed to be the playthings of more primed entities and the Singularity, there were some good things to come from such a powerful experience. Many seem to want to dismiss it, forget it, push it away."

Lucifer shrugs, fidgeting with the holes of the flute and looking like he could laser-focus on fish below the ice.

"This place took us in as refugees," because Lucifer did something to make Hayle no longer an option, he doesn't say, "so it's only right I learned some music, mm?"