ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ.
belovedove ; ❛❛ This is stupid but… could you sing to me? You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but… ❜❜ ; accepting.
ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ. those days living in a room with his siblings, all young and innocent and calming down his younger sister and henrik because they were afraid of thunders. amy march, a brilliant young woman by her own mind, speaks to him; to sing to her, to ease her mind and it has been centuries since he had done anything kind to someone. “Of course, love. Lay down and close your eyes.” And he thinks it through. his singing tune isn’t the best, the songs he knows better are those in his native tongue. So he chooses one of the songs his mother used to sing; recalling simpler, better days, the hybrid sings her words of an old lost culture in his natural language.