Blaze listened to the boy speak. His tone did not have the slighest of dishonesty or malice. In fact,it was warm, a voice of crystal purity. He never met a person like this before. 

The boy said Blaze was unhappy and, boy was he right. He never found himself so miserable before. However, when the boy said that he wanted to make Blaze happy and then said that he wouldn't talk because Blaze didn't want to, Blaze believed the boy was contradicted himself. He laughed faintly.

"Willingly or not, you sure know how to cheer someone up. What is your name?" he asked.