The empath felt the sadness as it welled up within the girl. Magara shifted uncomfortably, and nodded sympathetically. “I… I [i]imagine[/i] that you miss him very much. I don’t know what I would do without Carl.” She could feel Carl even now, he was feeling very happy at the moment. He was probably sitting in front of another green recruit, someone with something delicious in hand, and giving them the biggest saddest eyes in the world.

She was surprised to find that the subject of the piano, nor the play-on-words, did anything to quell the sadness inside. Remorse and regret had a particularly [i]tangy[/i] flavor, like turned wine. She wondered why these thins made the girl so sad. Magara had the power to feel what others felt, but never why. It was like being given a book with a most intriguing title, but not being allowed to read it... Or watching a movie you can't see. It seemed like a feeble power to little Magara.

"We can do whatever you like." Magara decided that this more outgoing girl should make the decision. Magara didn’t want to impose, nor inadvertently make a choice that would make this girl feel sad like her question had. She tried to think of something else, something to turn the girl’s mood back around. “Though I must ask, and I will naturally trust your opinion on the matter, Who is the... Cutest?”