Ophelia
There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly
Danta is more charming than Ophelia by far, but the ghost is there to provide warm smiles and another mouthpiece to help direct people until the steady stream has died down to trickling stragglers. The prospect of fire is enough to have Phi uttering a rather indecent noise, keen on getting their cold bones warmed up and their limpid hair dried. I was holding and I was searching endlessly
"Thank you, Danta," they chirp, always grateful for free food and drink when such things were an unheard-of miracle offering in their youth. The sandbag is a little harder in their small arms, but they heft it with zeal and optimism - and perhaps a little bit of grunting - and manage to make it to the Last Whisper without keeling over.
But now there's nothing left that I can do
So don't be blue
So don't be blue