Sojo looks at her. Nodding his head. He pulls her close. "I understand. I'm sorry Sa-sa. I'm sorry I left. I didn't mean to be gone so long. I swear I didn't. I need you to  understand something Sa-sa. I only have eyes for you. No other woman in this entire world...will ever be as beautiful to me. You are my beautiful Sa-sa. You are my special person. You are the one who makes my heart race or skip a beat." he says softly. He was being honest. He needed her to listen to him. He shot a look so sharp at the men who eyed them they quickly found places elsewhere to be looking. He looks at her. "But I am still me. Who I was back then." he says in confusion. He listens. And looks at her. He stops her walking. Turns her to face her.<br/><br/>"Sa-sa. I was not trying to be up there. I had gotten up to ask you something. First crazy chicks dragged me up there. Then get free of the crazy chicks then that man by that music making machine dragged me up there. I was only dancing on stage because you told me to fit in. I was trying to fit in." he says honestly. "Sa-sa...please listen to me. I did not hop up on stage. I swear I didn't." he had tears in his eyes. Looking at her. He hugs her close. "Sa-sa...please believe me...I wasn't trying to attract attention. I was coming to ask you for a drink. Not to be forcefully dragged on stage." he says. He looks at her. He understood her. "I understand Sa-sa." he says softly. He listens to her. Blinking and listening to her. He sighs. "I need you to help me learn to blend in Sa-sa. I don't know how to blend in." he says honestly. "I am trying to. I really am. Yet I don't know so much about who I am and why I can't remember a lot of things." he looks at her. And lets them keep walking. Lowering his head and looking ashamed of himself. Ashamed that he had made her upset.<br/><br/>They get back to the school. He gets her into the dorm and takes the sleeping bag. Walking out of the dorm room. He lays down in the sleeping bag. Not wishing to get her in trouble. He thinks over what she said. He was causing her so much more trouble. Would it have been better if he just let himself be killed? If he hadn't come back? Was he making her life worse and harder? He didn't want to do that. He starts to softly sing in his beautiful and angelic voice. The hours passed by and daylight came. He was still sitting up and singing. He was glad today was a weekend day. He bites his lip. Trying not to cry. He felt himself suddenly feel all fresh and clean. Smelling good and what not.