Ramza closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted to be kind, to let her keep playing if that comforted her...

...but sometimes, it was not kindness that people needed. It was strength.

He opened his eyes again to meet her tear-stained ones. "There is no one left to sing to. They have all gone. Why do you stay?"

He was not even sure if she knew what had happened. Was she aware of the present, or was she still lost in the world of twenty-eight years before?