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Why do the birds go on singing? The sweet feminine voice crooned from some broken recording device within the hearts of the desolate city, its only audience that of a slender form draped in a dark cape. As the slightly distorted sound filtered through his ears, the language was parsed instantaneously into his native language. Without so much as a pause, he continued forward, his liquid-like form sliding over the ground smoothly. Turning once to the left and then the right, he took in his surroundings with nary an expression on his silver-colored face. His single grey eye never blinked, roving around as he moved through the empty streets. He