— (based off of 'Mipha's Theme' by Manaka Kataoka) (um this was VERY rushed, so apologies!!)

— Humans. Humans ruined everything for Helbram. There was a point in life when he liked humans, was interested in their culture, and whatnot— however, after seeing humans tearing off the wings of his fairy friends and subsequently killing them, the event drove him mad while also forcing him to develop an immense misanthropy, thus making him kill humans for the past five hundred years.

— He supposed he reaped what he sowed once he was impaled by a rose from his darling friend whom he admired so dearly. But despite that, Helbram didn't blame Harlequin for it. He understood why, and he held no resentment. Still, the pain of being pierced by a literal rose was very much there.

— Helbram lay on the very debris he had mauled those mortals on, simply gazing up at the cloudy sky with a weak hum. It hurt. At first, he was glad to be alive— but to die all over again, and so soon, it hurt a lot. With a deep exhale, the fairy furrowed his eyebrows, slowly closing his eyes only to pause— taking note of footsteps nearing him. Slowly, he reopened his eyes, glancing up at the muse with slow blinking, the blood pouring from his wounds being only the real movement from him.

— "..You came," The fairy murmured, a weak smile donning his doll-like face. "I'm a bit asham—" He coughed, hacking out a blood clot only to spit it out to the side— the remnants dribbling down his chin. "..ashamed..that you have to see me like this.." He murmured, slowly glancing towards the cloudy sky, furrowing his eyebrows slightly further, resisting the urge to cough again. "Y'know, these clouds," He paused, pondering for a few seconds.

— "..Remind me of a long time ago. I was stargazing..with—" He coughed, hacking out another ball of blood only to spit it out, remnants adding to the ones dribbling down his chin. "..Someone close..to me. You remind me of them. This reminds me of that moment." Helbram scoffed, closing his eyes.