Artorias had never heard music quite like it. It sounded like the sort of thing that one of the royal family might enjoy in their private chambers. Perhaps something Gwynevere or Gwyndoline would have cherished, but that world was far behind him. It didn't sound sad to the knight either. He didn't have any associations with major or minor notes and the things they were meant to convey in a person. Instead, he rather saw the hope in the notes. And hope was important to people in his world, for without hope, they risked turning hollow. Forgetting who they were.
"I cannot say I understand. I have never fathered children of my own and never had much interest" the knight admitted. "Nor can I claim to understand what you have experienced. Not many of your words make sense to me but perhaps in time they will" he added, reaching to pet Sif behind the ears.