"What do you want? Tell me. Maybe I can give it to you," Xin Huohuo pressed. "Why does this have to end badly for both of us? If I go missing, my family will come looking for me. And if something really happens to me, they won't let it go."
"First of all, they'd have to find you," the voice mocked. "And even if they did, you'd already be a new Lyre. Or perhaps a violin. But no matter what you become, who would recognize you? The ghost behind you is the soul from a human bone lira. She likes you so much—she wants to sing with you. I bet a duet would sound even better, wouldn't it?"
