"You listened to my song...?" All heard it. It was hard to not know her voice but she imagined no one ever truly listened to it. To her. That he might have was just as depressing as it was surprising. Despite it having been her conveying her sadness she didn't like everyone knowing what it meant.

She ushers the children in first and follows close behind them. "He's right. My normal song won't be near happy enough." There was no love in it. No compassion. "Maybe someday he'll play nice and help me write a song!" She's joking. She'd rather choke on Saya's blood then accept his help but she needed to prod him for a reaction.