I guess I never [...] really took the time to think about how Christine must have felt. It's hard, though, when you have this tale inside your head and you're both so similar... you can't help but take their side, you know? [A sigh] Oh. He's not [...] exactly good at talking about things. He prefers to live in denial instead of facing the truth. It's kind of sad. [He's quiet for a few moments] I wasn't helping at all, was I? All I did was make things worse. I don't even know why I started, it just [...] made sense. It felt like it did, at least.
Like Schumann. [A tired laugh] Not quite. It was just [...] there, one day. I heard my g-- someone playing the piano, and after that I heard it all the time. There were never any words, just instruments. It's hard to explain.