Mm... [Soma sighs and looks up at the sky. The moon is starting to move towards the horizon, and though the stars are unfamiliar, they are comforting.]

I like to think that somewhere in the vastness of space, there is sentient life that exists without conflict. Something that we as humans can aspire to. But... for now, all we have is what's right here. Each other.

[He retrieves the violin case from his coat, but doesn't open it.] We humans have a way of communicating things without words. Emotions, ideas, the secrets of the heart and soul. Music can make the heart swell with pride and joy, or bring it nigh to breaking with sorrow and despair. It is a magic so ancient and innate to all life that we don't even recognize it as such anymore.