Kaz: Oh!
He spreads his wings out and flaps them a little, grinning
Kaz: I finally got my wings back!
Don takes him to an empty fancy club
"I do this all the time since people can't see the dead."
Don goes onto the stage and grabs his guitar
"I'm sorry that I did this-The blood is on my hands-I stare at my reflection-I don't know who I am-Practice my confession-In case I take the stand-I'll say I learned my lesson-I'll be a better man-I'm packing up my things-And I'm wiping down the walls-I'm rinsing off my clothes-And I'm walking through the halls-I did it all for him-So I felt nothing at all-I don't know what he'll say-So I'll ask him when he calls-Would you love me more-If I killed someone for you?-Would you hold my hand?-They're the same ones that I used-When I killed someone for you."
he stops playing
"It almost feels like preforming to people. It's refreshing really. To feel like a crowd is cheering you on. Usually I would do this when the crowd is cheering on the actual band playing but I wanted to show you and I didn't wanna have to wait until you have to leave."