At first, Koph's reaction to his version of her explanation caused Voltaire's stomach to twist in knots. He had said something stupid, he just knew it. A sweet rush of relief flooded him as she smiled so brightly it nearly lit the inside of the dungeon. He felt satisfaction in not making a complete fool of himself. He couldn't stop thinking about this [i][b]song[/b][/i]. Ever since he was little, Voltaire would boast about having a [b][i]sixth sense[/i][/b]. No matter who he explained this to, everyone just took it as some strange child's fantasy. It was not quite like having fore-sight but he could almost feel how certain people were going to move. Every now again there would be a strange noise but he always took it as simply the sounds of the city. He had long suppressed this in order to not be seen as an outcast.

It made him think: [color=7ea7d8][i][b]Was it the song Koph spoke of? And if it was, did they view it the same?[/b][/i][/color] 

There was never anyone to teach him about it let alone assist him in cultivating the ability [color=7ea7d8][b]"I actually think it is somewhat cool."[/b][/color] He countered the jab she made at herself while he grinned [color=7ea7d8][b]"I used to feel something like this [i]Song[/i] of yours. I called it my [i]sixth sense[/i]."[/b][/color] He chuckled at the memory of his ridiculous imagination as a youth [color=7ea7d8][b]"I gave up on it shortly after my few friends starting ridiculing me. It was already hard having friends at that time."[/b][/color] He didn't let it show that it bothered him, he was just trying to relate.

However, they were heading down lower in the dungeon. This nice chat of theirs could be over in a flash.