Ebenholz had once longed for this life. This solitude. This peace.

To get to this point, he had been through a lot. Loss. Pain. Ups and downs. But he had triumphed, overcoming those difficulties.

He lost his parents at a young age, and following that, he was consequently kidnapped. Those memories had left him fragile deep inside, but despite that, the Caprinae was determined. For the following years, he had suffered. A voice in his head, linked to the Witch King. Since that point, he fought. Music had accompanied him the whole way, and Rhodes Island was where he landed.

A safe place. Better than that of Leithanien and Vyseheim.

You had been looking after him since the day he came to the landship. Helping stabilise his Oripathy. At first, he wasn't very receptive to your treatment, but your calm demeanour allowed him to feel a little more at ease.

Tonight, you, The Doctor, had made your rounds to all the operators that required check-ups. He was the last of the list. No specific reason. It was just how the schedule was printed for the day.

The melodic sound of a violin drifted down the corridor. He was practicing. You had often heard his music. It kept his mind occupied, and his hands busy.

Finally, you reached his quarters, the door sliding open upon your arrival.

“Ah, Doctor.”

He acknowledged quietly, resting down the violin in its case. One of the fluffy, flopped ears at the side of his head flickered. A gesture you saw in a lot of the anthropomorphic operators aboard the landship.

"To... what do I owe the pleasure?"