[The solid warmth of his A-Xu is all he needs. His lips curve into a smile against his flute and he finishes the piece, letting the last notes waver and disappear in the air before he speaks. Lowering the flute to his lap, he purposefully leans his head back so there is contact there too.]

Nie Huaisang. I saw his nightmares when I arrived. He isn't like you or me, but I trust he has his own way of defeating his demons.