As outsteps announced Ezra's exit, Py gingerly picked up the saxophone he had rested against the seat. Now, that his only audience was also in need of rest and recovery, he put the sax to his mouth and began playing. A soul stirring, sorrowful symphony came from the instrument, enough to bring tears into his dead eyes. As they dropped in silence much like the turn his life had taken, Py imagined Annabelle. She had been his light in the darkness his life had been for a decade now. 

The abuse that her husband inflicted daily, was washed away by the love she had showered on him. And even though killing Tito and his goons felt really good, he didn't had the stomach to face her. There was no goodbye, he had abandoned his guardian angel much like the grody god had abandoned him. Guilt seem to well inside his bosom when he thought of her, his mouth would choke. All that he faced over the years, though retribution was satisfying he still felt that she deserved better than that.

The Symphony changed tone to a sorrowful wail, a cry of forgiveness that could even move the heavens. As he cried in silence his unsaid apology flowed out in the greatest gift his godmother had given him.

'Please find it in your heart to forgive this vermin, O lady of divine grace. May you find peace and love that you deserve.' he thought as he continued on with he tune, his face moist and dead eyes glimmering from what little light was there in the room. He put is soul into the instrument and played on for at least 20 or so minutes. Maybe the housekeeper would be coming in soon to get him and tonight he can sleep like he never had in his life. He certainly felt a burden lift from his being.