She's still there, somewhere deep in that brilliant mind of hers. She's still there, mumbling to herself as she fumbles over piano keys she could once play with her eyes closed. She could no longer dance, but she wanted to at least try and play again. She had been blinded, crippled, tortured in her time away. They took her sight only after doing unspeakable things to her so those would be the last images her eyes would ever see. Then it continued. She was barely more than skin and bones, but she felt the Braille on the keys now, her unseeing eyes widening. Suddenly, her melodious playing filled the room after years of silence. Her lips curl up in a faint smile, but it was enough to make him swell with pride. She was still there.