[She had expected for him to make a flat, maybe a wry comment about her state that night. But when he doesn't, he reminds herself again, Not giving him enough credit.
She lifts her eyes to look at him. There's a pensiveness to his tone, though she can't read what else his body language reveals, being feline.]
It's... an old poem. It was repurposed into a song with different lyrics, and has been sung traditionally at New Years since. I think that's why... [That's why she felt compelled to sing it. But that's obvious. She doesn't need to explain further. She recites the rest that he had left unfinished. She doesn't sing it this time.]
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold, that loving Breast of thine; That thou canst never once reflect On old long syne.
[A shrug, despite herself.] It's asking if it's really wise to forget the people who influenced us and helped us in the past, a long time ago. "Old long since."
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She lifts her eyes to look at him. There's a pensiveness to his tone, though she can't read what else his body language reveals, being feline.]
It's... an old poem. It was repurposed into a song with different lyrics, and has been sung traditionally at New Years since. I think that's why... [That's why she felt compelled to sing it. But that's obvious. She doesn't need to explain further. She recites the rest that he had left unfinished. She doesn't sing it this time.]
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne.
[A shrug, despite herself.] It's asking if it's really wise to forget the people who influenced us and helped us in the past, a long time ago. "Old long since."