Suddenly he looks a bit shy and clears his throat to compensate. "I, ah... I just sort of fell out of the habit for all kinds of reasons. Mostly what you've said. I haven't been able to find an instrument and to play here just seems... wrong on some level."

But... maybe he should try anyway. Find some abandoned corner with a dusty old instrument and wean himself back on to music. Funny, he hadn't realized it had left such a hole in him until now. Maybe it's because he's human again, not a cyborg. "Maybe if I could find something..."

It's just folly, isn't it? Or maybe not. Maybe it's rebellion too, in some small way.