[After losing a fight to a robot that didn't even really fight back, a concert seems like a good way to salvage the day.
He was expecting opera, something he wasn't smart enough for, all trilled dying speeches and notes normal people's voices couldn't touch. He wasn't prepared for a torch song that seemed aimed right at his heart, didn't expect some kind of driving martial ballad about swearing to fight side-by-side with someone no matter what.
He might've applauded a little quietly, but anything louder seems like it'd be rude, somehow. Whistling would be crass.]
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He was expecting opera, something he wasn't smart enough for, all trilled dying speeches and notes normal people's voices couldn't touch. He wasn't prepared for a torch song that seemed aimed right at his heart, didn't expect some kind of driving martial ballad about swearing to fight side-by-side with someone no matter what.
He might've applauded a little quietly, but anything louder seems like it'd be rude, somehow. Whistling would be crass.]
Miss Vita, I... your voice is wonderful.