[She listens. Not wanting to voice her own truth. Especially since it feels like a personal failing. Like she shouldn't be. Was this how strong they really were? Was the crew of the future pirate king broken so easily? She's surprised at his confession. That he is lonely. He is a phoenix... She's not sure what it means except that it will be a very long time until he dies. If he does. Or will he be reborn? Or be exectued which would almost be compassion after so many many years of living-- she supposes. She's not sure.

How different they are, really. She had lived so long convinced that death was just around the next corner but maybe he had a greater fear. Or maybe that was why he lived each day to its fullest because there were so many and so few.

But how can she ease it? She listens to his words, not sure if he's being poetic or serious. She can't give that much of herself to him. There doesn't seem enough to her as is.]

I am. I am lonely, sometimes. But I can't leave here. [She reaches back and strokes his head.] I'm not sure if I understand that kind of joy but I would enjoy the song.

[she won't answer the last one. She isn't sure if he is serious and she doesn't want to say anything to hurt him since even she isn't sure about that]