Why Hate Never Dies...

Cougra would then turn to Jay just as he was snapping out of his memory and say, "Maybe you can build a tower similar to it? I see you're pretty interested in sculptures. Were there any towers back in your home?"

She would continue walking with Jay to see what else they can discover.

Flashbacks of that fall. Jay remembers those 12 seconds of his life like it happened in the past 12 seconds. "Towers taller than need be shouldnt exist in this world. The tallest things at home were Anampo's windmill, and the trees in the forest. .."

"Oh?" said Cougra as she sees that Jay is relating well to the stature of tall objects. "Well, there have been taller ones rather than this, so what you said may seem difficult to accept. And I remember the windmill quite nicely." She then showed a funny look as she asked, "Jay, are you okay?"

He chuckled a bit, looking at the cat-earred girl. A smirk was across his face. One of a playful and devious stare. "Art is an interesting thing. Everything is art and art is everything. Some even say that the human body is also art." He gives her a wink and continues to walk forward

Cougra would be a little stoic at first when Jay began to speak, but then smiled in hearing that everything is art. She nods and say, "Yes, I agree. It's actually part of who we are and it is our duty to spread continuous creativity in whatever ways possible." Jay also mentions that the human body is art also, which Cougra agrees to. "Yes. And speaking of which, I do know of a few portraits which show that."

In a very small shift, Jay's eyes narrow. She had not seemed to understand. No one usually did understand him. "...And new ways are found every day." He is interested to hear that she had more art to lead him to. "Do go on, then."

Cougra might not have clearly understood Nick, but she had to do her best to keep him interested in the subject. She agreed that new ways are found every day and it was up to world to see it. She would lead him down the hall to another room. This is where they keep portraits and group portraits.

Cougra would show her hand to one portrait where the woman looks as if she's wearing a oriental dress and dancing with one arm covering her chest. But upon closer look, it's all body paint.

She lead him down a hallway that seemed to be...Different. Like, he knew that at the end was something he'd like. His assumption was right. The pictures; paintings he saw were better than anything he had seen previously in this museum.

"Wow...Yes, yes....This is exactly what I wanted to see."

"I'm glad you like it, Jay," said Cougra as she too took in the admiration of the art before them. "As you can see in these specific paintings, the artists made the models's nakedness become seamless. They each took the time and effort to make the colors and shadings all work and...here they are."

She is feeling glad that Jay is enjoying this. She also felt that perhaps in the end, the lion can make amends with the others in the past.

He makes nods of understanding as she talked and wxplained. He didnt really understand, but wanted yo seem like he did at the very least. "It certainly is interesting...." The boy looks around a bit more at yhe works in this room. They qerw different but the same.