As the boys would be given a further tour around the place, finally letting them wash up and help out in dragging a few hammocks, they'd be making their stay in Harvard's room, a cavalcade of shelves with his books, memoirs of his monsters, photos of his time playing with them before heading off, even a few trinkets as a result from working with them. A small figure out of utensils when Construct provided its string to hold it together, a drawing of Inti shining down for the family on a cloudy day at a lake in Oaking, A Golden hand, with small objects on it to make it look like a turkey, thanks to Eldorado. As the children looked around in his room, they would be amazed at how much Harvard's life has impacted with such creatures, seeing the hammocks neatly tied up thanks to his father, before he waved them goodbye. "Wow.....This was all you, Harvard?" Zazel asked, as he'd have a Sigil help him rise up and land on the top ones.
Harvard would go to his own hammock, one on the bottom, as he'd try to answer the Demon. "Yep! Once I got a good grasp of bringing my friends out, we got to do all kinds of stuff! Mama and Papa tends to be a bit annoyed whenever I get into trouble, but Eldorado helps out with paying off....whatever's needed. Plus, they help them out too when it comes to cooking or cleaning, so that's also a plus!" He'd be snug in his bed, a blanket wrapping him around like a cocoon, noticing Solomon was quick on taking out the contents from the mask they gained. "Oh! Right! The Mask! Try to find a note there!" He'd state, being quick on reaching for his suit to take out one of the notes, albeit extremely burnt and ruined beyond repair. A small patch of text was at least legible enough and easy to spot out. He'd toss that small piece to the Biblical Sorcerer, in which he'd use Shady to snag it and bring over. Three objects were seen out of such a mask: A bookmark, a recorder and some tapes, with one of them having a piece of paper hidden inside it. He'd be quick on taking the paper and reading it, the boys stopping what they were doing to get close so they can see what was written.
"Greetings!"
"I am here to give my consolation and congratulate once more for whomever assisted Mr. and Mrs. Serpens. I do hope what you found within its holy walls were worth your time. I took quite a liberty in ensuring such enemies were a perfect reflection for you. Maybe it was a message about honoring one's loved ones in thick and thin. Maybe it is about acknowledging your weaknesses. Maybe it is about pushing your boundaries further. Who knows? I sure know you do, at least! For my gifts, I have decided to cut to the chase and support two folks instead of one. I believe it is worth providing such support considering you may know who I am at this point. If not, do keep yourself in the dark. I love a dramatic reveal and seeing what kind of face you'd make when you see who's writing your letters. The Bookmark is considered a key for a fabled Artifact, a book which houses the Devil himself. The Recorder is an Artifact in a more Historical sense. An item that I believed housed the greatest treasure of all. I hope his voice is as comforting to you as it did to me, especially due to his passing. May his soul rest easy. My Last Mask is to be shown throughout the public. Keep your eyes and ears precise. Death tends to be an impractical creature, it is. Some days it comes silent, others in a requiem."
"- Your Friend <3"
Solomon would take the bookmark and try to slip it into the Codex Gigas, immediately figuring out the hint behind the first. Stolas, meanwhile, would take the recordings and tapes, being somewhat confused by what he meant with 'His voice.' As he'd enter one of the tapes, it would start to speak. When it spoke, the Avian's eyes widened and began to shed a tear. "Okay...This is on, right? Not too used with this device yet. Shipped from Khepros and all that..." It spoke, being familiar to the children, yet paused as he'd talk some more. "Okay, yeah, it's recording. Ahem. My name is Ennio Morrwood. This is...sort of a message for myself, I suppose? If anything, it's so that the little fella has something to sleep with in case something happens with me. Ain't right leaving him alone out there..."
Stolas couldn't hold it together as much as he could once he heard him speak. Solomon simply patted him on the back while the other two boys consoled him once he shed his tears. They can somewhat see his smile through the darkness, however, ensuring that such tears weren't out of grief. "It's so nice to hear him again..." He'd mumble, clutching and hugging it tightly to his body. Even when he was able to accept his passing, he can't help but smile in knowing there is something that still preserves his voice.
The boys were quick on returning to their hammocks and resting, as Stolas lowered its volume and went to sleep, his voice echoing in his mind, beginning to hear a small strum of a guitar, a lullaby that Ennio once made when he was having issues trying to go to bed. "...Alright, it still works. I want to at least record this first and foremost, makin' sure he doesn't have a problem sleeping. I can get to my little talking points later, but I feel like if I'm heard again, it should probably be to help him calm down or let him sleep easy. Least I can do..." The cowboy spoke, before clearing his throat again and strumming its strings.
"Dusty skies..."
"Swelling Sands..."
"Don't you worry...♪"
"A~bout me....♪"
"Flowing so High..."
"Within our Lands..."
"Don't you worry..."
"A~bout me...♪"
"For you, And I, will live, forever...♪"
"Hope... is not... ove~r ♪!"
"For you, My Son, My Joy that I heard."
"You will sleep...once more..."
"Piercing Light..."
"Soft as Air..."
"Don't you worry...♪"
"A~bout me....♪"
"Calm as the Night..."
"Free from Fear..."
"Don't you worry...♪"
"A~bout me....♪"
"For you, And I, will live, forever...♪"
"Hope... is not... ove~r ♪!"
"For you, My Son, My Joy that I heard."
"You will sleep...once more..."
"For you, My Son, My Joy that I heard."
"You....will sleep...once moooore...♫"
The birds eyes slowly shut themselves, as he'd curl himself into a ball, hugging the recorder, smiling. "Night, Pops..." he'd whisper.