[u]Isole simply flicks his wrist towards the guitar, and something strange begins to happens with the parts. Wires from the inner workings of it grasp onto each-other, pulling themselves together. The guitar strings meld together, fixing themselves with a twang. The cracks fuse, leaving behind no sign of the guitar's destruction.[/u] "[i]If you had left me alone, this would have happened eventually, but hanks anyway. As with the music, I'll refrain as a thank you for not just leaving me even though I would have been fine. You are a good person, Sketch. Know this.[/i]" [u]He stands up, grabbing his guitar as he walks out.[/u]

"Well, um, thank you."