I, um. I might be able to help. I may not be, um. A real composer, still, but I remembered some things.

[ He glances at Eurydice, still looking exhausted and full of grief, but he raises his head and looks back at Antonio and the group. ]

I brought back the spring with the song I wrote, like I said I would. And I... almost convinced the Lord of the Underworld to let someone go. [ He did, really, but he couldn't keep up his end of the bargain. ] So if you need - someone else. More help. Maybe I can be useful, this time.