[ The song Orpheus is working on is a different one than the one Antonio's heard him writing before. That one served its purpose, or at least it came close, but this one - he feels like he can still get some use out of it, trying to channel that fit of wild inspiration and anger and indignation and hope again. He can't quite manage it, though, can't remember the words he used or the notes he sang or the feeling behind it through the haze of it all, and he crumples up the paper he's writing on and throws it to the ground before noticing he has company. ]

Oh, hello, Antonio. I was just - I thought I'd get started, on trying to help with your and Discord and the SQUIP's project. Do you need the room, though?