ao3 desc: In which Wrath has some unresolved guilt issues, and Patience is ready to resolve them.

You've destroyed all of my instruments, Patience said softly, calmly, despite being heavily injured, walking towards Wrath with lights sparkling around him. So why don't we sing instead?

Wrath jerked awake in cold sweat. He ran his hand down his face. That dream again? I've made peace with him. Why does this keep on happening?

The sweet notes of the song swirled around in his head, playing over and over again.

He sighed in frustration, threw away the blanket covering him, and stepped off the bed, taking large strides to the door.

I'm going to stop that dream, or else, he thought, I'll kill him to make it stop.

Wrath continued walking, the hallways of the quite large house barely confusing him.

He found the pink-haired virtue on the balcony, playing his flute serenely with his eyes closed.

Patience blew the final note, then opened his eyes and set down the instrument. "Aren't you tired?" he asked Wrath as a greeting.

"Not really," Wrath replied. "Aren't you tired?"

"I'm not. My mind is too active. It demands to be used, so I came here hoping that music will clear it." Patience explained.

Wrath considered this, then nodded. "That makes sense."

Patience smiled, then picked up the flute again. "Did you come here just for chatting or is there something else you want to tell me?"

"There's something else."

He lifted his gaze from the flute, then cocked his head. "What is it?"

"You remember that time I... destroyed... all... your... mu-musical instruments, right?" Wrath asked nervously.

Patience nodded. "But you made up for that."

"I, uh, made an attempt to, but, I still feel like it's not enough?" Wrath said.

The tale of his dreams came tumbling out.

Patience placed the tip of his flute to his chin and frowned thoughtfully. "Temperance is better at this," he mused, "but I think it's caused by your, uh, subconscious? Do you know what it is?"

"I know that word," Wrath replied. "I think it means the level of consciousness under... your... level... of... consciousness..."

"I think that's it," Patience said brightly. "I've accepted your apology, but you haven't accepted your apology."

Wrath frowned. "Why would I need to accept my apology?"

"It's kind of simple. Your subconscious still thinks you're guilty. So, now it's in your dreams." Patience explained. "I think you're more of a doer than a talker, so what do you think about helping me craft more musical instruments?" he offered.

"Sure," Wrath said. "What did I destroy, anyway?"

"Um, do you want to start with the wind-chimes? I kind of forgot all the instruments I need to replace."

"Alright."

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writing patience is so hard