"I... I don't even know how I felt," Jay admitted, looking down again. "I didn't write about it in my own journals. Wrote about a couple of other things around the same time, but I didn't mention that. I'm not sure how close I was to him." He went silent again for a minute. Maybe their father had... done something with another woman. Jay obviously didn't care for infidelity, and he should have shown more concern about the passing than he did in his journals. He'd written songs about the girl he lost, but never mentioned his father? He rubbed the back of his neck. Maybe there was something there.
"Yeah," he said, shaking off the introspection as best he could. He followed close to Warren. "I hope so, at least. If they're just there for decoration, then I can't suppose I'm very useful, with my second power being able to sing pretty."