[Normally, Cole doesn't spend much time in the white void surrounding the more real parts of the world. But he's out there now, crouched beside one of the bits of Leo's music embedded in the white ground. He just stays there, studying the music he can't read, until he hears that disembodied voice begin to hum it for him in the distance.]
[And he closes his eyes, holding his knees and rocking slightly as he listens.]
B: Respite
[And he closes his eyes, holding his knees and rocking slightly as he listens.]