[Good afternoon Luceti, today you'll hear music coming from your journals. What music exactly? Frederic playing his
Impromptu No. 1 in A flat, Op. 29 to be precise. Once he's finished playing, he goes towards his journal and speaks up. Since he has a few things to say to everyone.]Good day everyone. I know the school year has ended, but I am still
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I'm just...not sure how I'd answer, I'm afraid.
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For me, life is awareness of the world around you. Awareness of your own existence, and the existence of others.
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...of course, that wouldn't explain vampires, although the demon possessing the dead body might constitute as...some sort of substitute, in that regard.
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So you're saying I'm the same as emotion then? [He's teasing him.]
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I didn't intend it that way.
But, well...yes, I suppose that's what I am saying. That you are, well, what might be called the embodiment of emotion.
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Perhaps you are. Stranger beings have come about. I should know.
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I would love to see him provide any sort of backing to a statement like that.
...you came to be on that level because you're phenomenal at music, Frederic.
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He's a good friend of mine, he'd probably tell you all sorts of things and call me that ridiculous nickname he calls me. [He shivers at that thought of Liszt coming to Luceti. Though he listens to the rest of Giles' words and only sighs.] You and Helios seem to think I am spectacular when really I'm that not that great at all. I'm simply a man who composes music and plays the piano because he was born to play it.
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