Do you ever think about who our songs are for? The only people around to hear it are those who have heard it countless times before. They're so used to it that I wonder if our music could ever reach them.

[To be unable to reach anyone, unable to truly connect with them, is one of Noah's greatest fears. Before, he'd been content just knowing that his song held the power to set lost souls free. Before, it was enough to feel that he was doing good in the world.]

Without that... all I have are my words. If they could reach someone, anyone, and stick there in their heart, then it won't have mattered that I've forgotten how to play. I'd feel fulfilled if even one person carried my words with them forever.

[Noah exhales a sigh, only realizing he had after it's gone whistling past his lips.]

I'm sorry. I'd meant to bring you here to help you feel better, but now I've burdened you further, haven't I? You can be honest.