"Alright." James sighed. He sat against the wall, and cradled Anya, almost like a princess carry, leaning her head against his chest. Gently, he placed a blanket over her, tucking the cloth up to her chin.

"Let's see... what's a good song." he said aloud.

"All riven, kith and kin..." he sang slowly.
"All for this, a never-ending riddle
My flesh worn, heart betorn,
Mind, by mem'ry, begyved...
 
As I wander, cold and immane?
Whither now my mother, my flame?
And along the coils of light,
The life I desired?
 
"Anon must we part"?
Words like a dart, red and dire,
Eyne that accoyed with their heat,
 
O! How I have seen the Dragon's Dogma!
Unbound by time, all-binding, grand design,
Land and skies and seas yearn,
Finish the cycle of eternal return,"