Eric continued to listen to John speak. The words were clear over the sounds being emitted from both instruments. He could have stood there all day listening to the different tones of each sound, every syllable of John's words commingling with the sound waves from each guitar. One tone could be heard above the other but somehow they were harmonious.
"You can still save people, you know. You don't have to give up who you were just because you've adapted to this life." Making music was what Eric had been born to do, he couldn't remember a point in his life when he wasn't creating music. He knew what it was like to lose your way, what it was like to stray far from the oath your life had once been on.
He hoped John would find his way again, but Eric was about as lost as everyone else here. Coping was hard to do, he had to distract himself more times than he wanted to admit to.