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[He's right, it would never be the same. He could match Elliot's notes perfectly and Vanessa would always be able to tell the difference.]

...Why?

[Why the offer, why the cake. Why still stay close when no matter what the situation she's always treated him as an outsider, as someone who would never be worthy of staying at her brother's side?

Or at least, she's tried to treat him that way. This afterlife has changed that, slowly bit by bit, no matter how much she's fought it.]

[ The question comes by surprise - and honestly, he's not quite sure, himself. His lips quirk just so, as he wonders. ]

... Well, because no one deserves to be alone, no matter who it is. Silence can be nice, but we need to be reminded of what it's like to live every once in a while.

[ Enjoying music, remembering the sweet things that make you happy -- just having company, once in a while. Before he learned of it, himself, existance seemed so bleary. Elliot wouldn't be happy knowing she had been so lonely, either. ]

[She bites her lip and attempts to finally cut a forkful of cake. To be reminded of what it's like to live; Edward has helped with this, to be sure. Before she'd been brought here, her devotion had been towards her family, watching over her mother, making sure that the household had remained running despite her father's negligence and her mother's downward spiral into madness. But now here, knowing all of what had happened and having lost her brother a second time, it's easy to find herself staring out the window at nothing in particular and forgetting altogether that somehow she's still alive.

Elliot would be upset to know that she often thinks of giving up, but she'd been confined in this cage for far too long.

She takes the bite of cake and chews it as she thinks over her answer. And to make things worse, it actually tastes delicious. It would be much easier if it had tasted terrible, then she wouldn't feel as bad about potentially throwing a tantrum and tossing it out the window or in his face.]

It would be nice to hear piano music again. [She finally answers.] I have a song he wrote here. The sheet music. I think maybe he would have wanted you to...play it.

[ Leo tries his hardest not to gawk because that is not what he expected to hear. Maybe that he's an idiot, that the cake didn't taste anything like it was supposed to - certainly not any sort of agreement, no less a sense of... acceptance as Elliot's friend. ]

Ah, I... [ Smiling, he nods. ] I would like that.

[She would go silent, give them both a moment of repose with which to think about Elliot and maybe remember his beautiful playing, but she's spent enough time sitting around crying about him lately. She continues on.]

Oswald's piano is a bit out of tune, but it should be acceptable enough to play on.

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