'I'm sorry Valarinth, I didn't mean to come across as impulsive.' he said to her telepathically.<br/>Glaive couldn't bear looking at her with Sinol, it wasn't out of jealousy, but out of a memory that had been burned into his mind. It angered him deeply. An anger that strangled his grief until the memories of his loved one was just poison in his veins. He regretted to think about it, but sometimes he found himself wishing that the person he loved never existed . . . so he would be spared of his pain.<br/><br/>"I might enjoy music. I might not. I could choose to try and find out I suppose, but still in the end how will it help me. Music doesn't give you warmth or feed you. It doesn't protect you and it certainly can't fight for you. What good is it when offers you nothing, but a little tune to your ears?" There was no point to arguing over this silly debate so Glaive left towards his class, but knew that worse things than music were about to come.