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Liliana:  “That is why I travel—to find these newest legends so I can sing about them.” There was a devilish tone in Liliana’s voice. A devilishness that seeped into the hearts of anyone who heard it. Liliana nodded quietly at Emilia, noticing how hard it had struck her. Then she picked up her instrument and strummed it.
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Liliana:  “We bards make a living from our songs. Our songs sink deep into the hearts of the masses, etching true stories of the past—of history—onto their souls. Songs with a long history hold a power in them—a power that remains in this world long after their songwriters die.” Liliana continued to explain in a clear voice.
human
Liliana:  “My people are unable to leave anything tangible behind. We don’t build things, and we don’t write. We instinctually resist setting down roots. We wander the earth on our own two feet, singing wherever we arrive, and once our songs touch the hearts of the people who call that place home, we set out in search of a new land. We do this again and again until one day, alone in an empty wasteland, we meet our end, cradling our instruments in our arms. That is who we are.” In her voice, in her words, in her eyes, in her gestures—there was a power. It was the same power that came out in her singing.
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Liliana:  “And because we can’t leave anything tangible behind, all that remains of us resides in the hearts of people. That is why we yearn to create art that will stay with our audiences. We want to leave behind proof that we lived, etching our spirits into history. If there is anything I desire, it’s that glory and nothing more.” Though she was not singing, something in her words echoed in Subaru’s soul in a way that rivaled music. Liliana’s perspective on life was clearly defined. Almost tragically so. Nobody in the room could find the words to speak, not even Subaru.