For the longest moment there was silence. Silence because Dorian simply could not understand what Nix was referring to. He was too ignorant, too sheltered, to truly understand anything of this sort of memory unless Nix said it outright. It was ironic, really, because more often than not, Dorian was the one speaking in slant.
The sad look in his eyes, though, brought the puzzle pieces together with a hard and final clack. The mummy-turned-aristocrat feared another tearfest within himself, but squeezed his hands tightly to his chest. He wanted to give Nix a hug, but knew better.
"At least...they died with music in their hearts." There. The worst response on the planet, and Dorian could say it because he knew not what else to say. "You...you provided them beauty. It was not a complete eclipse."