He hasn't watched the stars since he was a teenager. It's kind of sad, to think about it. He misses...what he might have had, had his world been different. He misses the things he's never known, the people he's loved that were taken from him.
He's worried. It's always like this, when he makes new friends. He worries incessantly, because he knows what will come after them. He knew this time too. He didn't see it clearly enough; he misinterpreted it all. He was powerless to stop it, he's told himself every night since that day... Yet he feels guilty.
He sits down on the couch, settles the violin on his shoulder and leans his chin on its edge, and raises the bow. Tonight, his thoughts are with Edric.