Kris: *Continues playing* Well now I'm told that this is life, And pain is just a simple comprimise... So we can get what we want out of it. Would someone care to classify, Of broken hearts and twisted minds, So I could find someone to rely on and Run, To them, to them, Full speed ahead, Oh you, are not, useless... We are just... Misguided ghosts... Travelling endlessly... The ones we trusted the most... Pushed us far away... They echo me, in circles....
Kris: *Plays outro, and looks up at Kira after the song is finished and stops projecting his voice* What, Kira?
Kris: *Hugs her uncertainly back* I hope so... At least for Amber... *Said while on the verge of tears*