"Do you still want to continue like this?" There was a trace of sadness in the firm voice.
"What if?"
"Your dream! Your piano! When you were so..."
"It was then, and now is now. I have given up the first place to you, what else do you want?" As the name suggests, the voice is as ice-like.
"You..."
"I am not your ice. Your ice died in the dark prison."