New muses that move in and won't leave, sigh.

[parabatai]

You hardly need to look so unimpressed. We both knew it was a matter of time. What future do we have, I wonder?

'Death, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:
Canst thou not spare, of all our hopes have built,
One shelter where our spirits fain would be,
Death, if thou wilt?'

[ He laughs, thereafter. The comparison to Death isn't a flattering one, he knows, but appropriate all the same. ]

Make up your mind or leave me, I've no fear of time alone.