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It's always so loud here.
A constant stream of noise fills the airship. Beyond just the ambient noise of the massive airborne base, the persistent din of voices, of conversation and whispers and laughter rings in his ears at all times. He's so unaccustomed to being around other people that finding himself suddenly among so many is a shock to his system. He'll sometimes hide away in some secluded corner to get away from the noise.
But it's more than just the ambience and the voices. They are manageable to an extent.
What really gets to him is the singing.
There's always a song in the air. The swirling melody of emotions is near-always present wherever he goes. He hears sweet songs of love and elation, warm tunes of friendship and camaraderie, quiet notes of intimacy and contentment. He hears grand solos and playful duets and powerful choirs.
It's overwhelming. The foreign emotions rattle around in his chest, shake his very core. He feels his heart quake with the alien warmth.
But it's not for him. It's never for him.
They don't want him here. He is an outsider, a note played in the wrong key. If he were to just vanish one day, they wouldn't bat an eyelid.
Hell, they'd probably celebrate.
He won't give them more of a reason to hate him by joining in. His heartsong is ugly, a jumble of discordant notes that jar from his chest like an untuned piano. The melody is awkward and clumsy, nothing like the sweeping, orchestral serenades and lively, flowing beats that surround him.
His song is unwanted here, just like he is. The least he can do is stay quiet.
Henry has already disrupted their harmony enough.