Olivier Lenheim must, eventually, take his final curtain.

One last encore before the dream of that idealistic wandering bard is put to rest. Reduced to a fanciful historical anecdote and curiosity.

Estelle isn't going to just let that happen, because peace and love forever means peace and love forever.

"I guess I assumed that kinda stuff was always bound to have a catch. Like black coffee or uber-spicy curry or something. You know? Like, it tastes awful when you’re younger, and that’s how you know you’re not supposed to have it, not yet?"