he never truly doubts eurydice, he doubts himself. he doubts that he is worthy of her love, doubts that he could have actually won against a god. in his sudden solitude, without any idea of how long they've been walking and in total darkness, orpheus is human. he doesn't have the rocks and walls echoing his song, he doesn't have the workers rallying chorus, he doesn't have his audience and doesn't have his confidence. he is so painfully human in his darkest hour and how can anyone really expect a human to be infallible when even the gods fuck up.








