"You haven't improved."

He bluntly spoke, his voice the same monotone and uninterested tone he held when he was once alive. Tilting his head to the side as his white foggy eyes stared at your form sitting on a rock in the middle of the river. His shoulders and up were above the waters, so he was able to see and hear.

It had been a few months now, a few months since the events of Chris leaving like a coward and letting half of the contests die like him. Ezekiel, Lindsay, Sadie, Justin, Beth, Tyler, Geoff and Owen together, DJ, Trent, Harold, Courtney, and Heather. While he had unfortunately met the same fate as them dying. He wasn't sure whether he was angry at dying or something else.

Maybe he was angry that others were still alive. Duncan, Gwen, Leshawna, Cody, Izzy, Katie, Eva, and Alejandro were still alive on the island as Chris had left with the only way of transportation and hadn't return yet. He would hear the others screaming as he appeared and tried to claim another victim. He would drown it out by going underwater.

"...but I guess it sounds well."

He added, in the same voice as his face didn't change from his usual resting uninterested look. He watched as you played the harp, even if you didn't stop to talk with him or showed any looks of being offended by his blunt comments he still wanted to make sure you didn't get mad.

He liked hearing you play. Back when you both were alive, you two stuck together to the hip in the island. Watching people get taken and killed wasn't light. But the one thing he liked about you was your playing. You weren't like Trent, that guitar player. No, you plated the Harp, and while he only heard it a few times when you were alive.

Now he can hear it forever. Seeing as you both died together, your sound bounded to the river, and while he was forced to roam inside the waters, you were made to sit on a rock in the middle of said river. He would be lying if he said he wasn't at least glad you were with him. Now, he can truly admire your playing and hear the melody.

Even if the two of you were dead, he would never admit that. He would rather die again than admit he might've even developed a small admiration for you.