A talking, magical dream-rabbit calling themself the Storyteller, maybe?
[It's dry, but...defeated, because it's not like there's any other explanation, is there? They were done. Christ, they were done. Chorus was at peace. Hargrove was gone. They'd earned themselves a damn break, time to pack up their shit and mourn those they lost.]
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[It's dry, but...defeated, because it's not like there's any other explanation, is there? They were done. Christ, they were done. Chorus was at peace. Hargrove was gone. They'd earned themselves a damn break, time to pack up their shit and mourn those they lost.]
[One in particular.]
So there's no one else from your...group here?