There is no room in Carnival for such hard feelings. At least, not this one now, with what intents he seeks to preform. There's not been too much lack in death and destruction, and truthfully the Capitol celebrated plenty, but it was never the right feel. The point was, he was just going to not think about that noise, save maybe briefest note that Terezi must've been relieved to see Albert alive.

"YOU PLAY, BROTHER? Get about gumption of you to be pulling cry sweet from the wicked instruments? YOU'RE GOOD!"