But even so, the songs that he composed weren't for some stranger. Of course, they weren't for money either... at the very least, they were songs made for me. Us.

That's why I liked them.

Being able to sing together the songs he weaved that was my happiness.

But.

His sword has been rusted by sadness, and broken apart by malice.

He can't fight anymore. Perhaps Knights' ensemble will forever be unable to resound in perfect form. It's been damaged, bent, and broken.