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[It's the voice that draws him near when he would otherwise prefer to keep his distance. The lanterns are personal, far too personal to just intrude in on. So after releasing a few of his own, he always backs away, putting distance between himself and the other mourners. But he can never tear himself away completely, too entranced watching the lanterns as they float away.

But this voice is familiar, despite not understanding what the song means. He can't help but feel that he's heard it before. The voice. The language. And as he draws closer, he realizes why.]

Wanda?

[The surprise he feels at seeing her fades as he notices the lantern in her hands. He doesn't have to ask who it's for.]