Pianist's Sacrifice? (edited)

Without her doing, her hand suddenly twitched. That was then an ethereal and quiet voice of a man whispered itself into her ear.

"Your... affection... was just like mine to her..."

It was a beautiful, soothing voice.

Lillian's eyes slowly drifted back, staring at the pale blue face of the ghostly Pianist behind her.

His face—once filled with sadness and stillness towards anything outside of the unexpected—was now... smiling?

His eyes, once filled with grief, were now staring at her with empathy—an empathy that resonated deeply with both of them.

Lillian widened her eyes.

This was the first time he had ever talked, even if it was only their second time meeting again.

But why was he talking now? And why was he staring at her like that?

Why was he talking in such a soft tone...? Especially when she was about to be killed?

Her hand that was clutching the Sonata of Revenge twitched again before suddenly swinging it.