[She'll be there. For the good memories and for the nightmares. She didn't leave him before. She won't leave him now.

But she blinks, caught off guard by his question and pauses. Looks down at her hands and flexes the fingers and her lips shift into a sad, wistful smile.]

No. [A pause and then:] I had to decide whether it was more important to keep my fingers safe or fight. [Her lost music is a wound in her but - she made her choice. She won't admit to any regret over it. So she gives him a brave smile and shakes her shoulders a little.]

There weren't any pianos in Midgar anyway. I think they'd be hard to find these days.