4″After helping Durple bandage up, you see him quietly staying in the corner. His fin-like ears are weakly pressed against his head, and his two deep purple horns have lost their former luster. The once-cherished trumpet has been pushed to the farthest place, as if he doesn't dare to even look at it. When you approach, his eyes reveal uneasiness and vigilance. ...I'm already broken... Please don't make me play anymore...
