[In a similar fashion Salieri is also straying from the communal mourning, opting to instead give the grievers their space and allow the sounds of merriment to fill his ears instead. And still, despite their laughter and wistful story-telling... he still feels as though the melancholy will not yet fade. Like a cloud it looms over and has him moving from place to place, until finally he sees a familiar head of gold beyond the crowd.
Salieri doesn't immediately call for him yet. Instead he approaches slowly, taking in the remains of the structure before them, the way his Bonded sits poised as though tightly coiled. He cannot possibly reach into the hearts of the people tonight, but in this case he can find his bearings here.
His heavy footsteps are fairly clear by now. Salieri's gloved hands find Amadeus's shoulders, and as he bends to speak close to his hear he drones:] Senti, la notte รจ giovane.
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Salieri doesn't immediately call for him yet. Instead he approaches slowly, taking in the remains of the structure before them, the way his Bonded sits poised as though tightly coiled. He cannot possibly reach into the hearts of the people tonight, but in this case he can find his bearings here.
His heavy footsteps are fairly clear by now. Salieri's gloved hands find Amadeus's shoulders, and as he bends to speak close to his hear he drones:] Senti, la notte รจ giovane.
And yet you're looking to escape, Amadeus.