"Yes... it was all very righteous, to stand against the murderous ghost, but Gulda was only attacking people who had her stolen grave goods, it wasn't unprovoked. But few people sympathize with ghosts."

Lucia Corina beams at his singing. "Oh, lovely! I'd love to learn the whole thing from you sometime, to add to my repertoire." It's nice to be around music. "But... yes. Loss is inevitable. As a historian, I want to hold onto the knowledge, but... the old makes way for the new, eternally. And the world goes on." The inexorability is dragging at her in ways she doesn't recognize, as she speaks of it, and her eyes unfocus again. Sometimes you die and keep going anyway.