Only his iron will kept the emotions raging through him from showing on his face. Sadness and anger mixed with joy - her voice affected him like it always had. Pure, perfect, utter bliss.
"We were together for a very long time," he said, voice lowered so only Angela could hear. "She grew ill and I couldn't save her. Not alone. She - couldn't forgive me for what I did - who I went to for help."
His fingers twitched, aching to find piano or violin and play along.