Chapter 36
He wanted to laugh; he wanted to weep. He would have never, ever thought that day he pulled a human from the ocean that he would one day play his soul to one. He had wanted to kill her, to toss her back to the waves and let fate take her in its arms. Yet his young, foolish hand had stayed, and now here he was, playing with all his strength to that same human.
He threw his whole soul into playing then. He turned to Rani and tried to convey all that he could not using words with the violin. How she made him feel when her hand grazed his, how soft her eyes could be when she smiled or potent and dangerous as the sea when she was angry. He dared to combine new sounds that didn't make sense until the end; that was how she made him feel, as though nothing until now had made any sense at all, yet the answer was right here in front of him.