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[electro_kinetic]

There is music coming from the piano. It's not the world's best, very technically precise but lacking feeling. It's a wondering sort of piece, one that at first doesn't seem to even have a melody, though this isn't helped by the way she's playing it.

But she knows the piece, somewhere in her head, and she remembers how to play with she sits down in front of the instrument. She'd taken lessons, even. Not a real prodigy, but then the music had come to her easily once she understood it was all math. Math she could do. And slowly, very slowly, she was working her way back towards doing it again.

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[electro_kinetic]

She blinks only once at him knowing her name. The changing shape...she doesn't know what to make of that yet.

"I don't have a use for them. Feelings get you hurt where I'm from."

[mogget_cat]

"Yet feelings also give you strength, if you know them well enough."