[i]Upon seeing the man enter the tavern, Dim scrambled to his feet and held his arms out in a pleading manner. He dropped his bow.[/i] "S-sir!! You m-m-must understand!! I-I it-its not finished! The-the song! THE SONG IS NOT FINISHED!" Dim rolled up his sleeves. "If I must complete my musical lamentations in my own blood-" [i]He looked terrified, unsure of what he might do." "THEN SO IT SHALL BE, I SAY!"[/i] [i]Dim began to gouge at his wrist, slashing and stripping the flesh from it like a starving animal. He screamed in agony but did not stop the self mutilation. Then, he began to scrawl musical notes on the walls in his own blood. He was screaming.[/i] [i]"IT MUST BE FINISHED!! MY WORKS MUST BE FINISHED!!"[/i]