"Your imaginary friend? That might simplify things... yet I breath, I eat and I sleep. So I think I exist; for no one's imagination would be cruel enough to create me." Ueda replied as he exhaled blowing out small lazy rings of wispy smoke that drifted through the air without a care in the world before being swept away by the spring breeze coming in through the windows scattering the rings as they broke vanishing almost as quickly as they had been formed. Ueda listened as she spoke even though true to her words he was still somewhere else at the same moment. He was on a far off star that could be seen during the night, the kind that would take hundreds of years for his dim reminder of existence to shine back down upon the planet. She talked about feeling, about being in the present, about living has life. To be honest at that very moment she sounded just like well [i]her[/i] if a little bit more reserved if Tomo was the gentle spring rain that gave life, she was the summer monsoon the downpours that came and went all within a seeming instant. At that moment he knew he had a choice. She was offering to show him the way across the bridge back to the world of the living, to a land of color and wonder of love and dreams. He had to admit that it was tempting, tempting to exit his world of self-deprecation, to mark the end of his own selfmade exile. But he knew he was just fooling himself and that in the end he knew he was not going to walk across that bridge to go back across would to be forget what happened, forget the exact reasons he acted the way he did. Because in his point even a fragment of the thing called hope was not just something alien to him, it was absolutely [i]terrifying[/i].

"Mizukimura-san if only it was so easy to see the beautiful aspects of this world as easily as you do. If it was so then maybe we could be in a perfect world where everyone feels the immense connections that every living thing has to each other." He mused with a small knowing smile leaning up against the side of the piano in a spot where the sunlight caste down from seemingly making the dust covered black wood shimmer the small motes of light hidden in the dust twinkling about like little stars. "But if you wanted to know there was a time when I might of been able to still see the world as you do. I was [b]here[/b] and not in some far distant place. But my dreams turned blue and the one that should me the way back across to the world of the living died and yet I was still here........ But that's just how the story goes." He explained to her with a twinge of sadness in his voice something that was usually hidden beneath his nonsensical mannerism and seemingly all knowing philosophies but that existed just the same.

"But I've talked far too much about myself today Princess and resurfaced things I've done my best to forget..... And so instead I present you with a new question are you just going to sit in front of that beautiful musical instrument or are you going to play it? For your eyes might not tell you much but they tell me well enough and you have the appearance of a little girl in a candy shop. And, in my personal opinion I think it would be an insult to the Piano if you did not indulged in your desires." He explained with a small laugh and it was as if a switch had been flipped and the leak had been plugged and the boy with the cane suddenly showed no signs of the alone and almost remorseful personality that was shown moments ago and he was back to the happy and seemingly distant person that everyone else knew him as.