Not me. No doubt it was expected of me when I got home, but... don't know if that'll ever happen now.

[He scuffs his foot in the snow, idly smearing the lost pattern. There's that quiet tone again, the edge of a precipice he's unprepared to dive off of. He knows that's too vague, though, so he purses his lips and adds,]

Dances are supposed to tell a story in parts of Lucis. The one this dance told is over, so it's kind of pointless.