God damn him, but he actually does kinda enjoy his job.
That's something he hadn't considered. He really likes singing and educating people, even if his subjects tend to be truly awful human beings. The Balladeer's still upset, but the song does become less grudging as he goes on. Even though the people around the yard came back to life with the music, they still don't seem to actually notice him; they simply move aside as he passes, without giving him so much as a glance.
He goes to stand at the base of the stairs as Guiteau ascends...and then descends, looking for the first time afraid. The Balladeer gives him a long, level look as the music stops dead. There is a pause.
Whatever passes between them, Guiteau seems bolstered enough that he carries on with his own execution. The Balladeer sings him along, no longer really sure if he's actually trying to be encouraging or not.
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That's something he hadn't considered. He really likes singing and educating people, even if his subjects tend to be truly awful human beings. The Balladeer's still upset, but the song does become less grudging as he goes on. Even though the people around the yard came back to life with the music, they still don't seem to actually notice him; they simply move aside as he passes, without giving him so much as a glance.
He goes to stand at the base of the stairs as Guiteau ascends...and then descends, looking for the first time afraid. The Balladeer gives him a long, level look as the music stops dead. There is a pause.
Whatever passes between them, Guiteau seems bolstered enough that he carries on with his own execution. The Balladeer sings him along, no longer really sure if he's actually trying to be encouraging or not.
He doesn't look away when the trapdoor falls.