[A musical laugh, that somehow manages to come from behind you, Paps. No small feat given it came from a device....or did it?]

Do you often befriend voices, Monsieur? Careful, that leads to madness.

Or perhaps, madness has already lead you to it.

[A very matter-of-fact tone this time, as the voice continues, rather blandly. Someone is wholly unimpressed with talks of ladybirds or other insects, heroic or otherwise.]

I built it once. I will build it again. It is my Opera, after all.