[Don listens respectfully, even though the story is strange to hear. In his world, these things - and Chopin's eventual death - happened over a hundred years ago. They're not news to him.]

Maybe this isn't much of a consolation, but... I don't think happy people can create the way you and I do. Your music is a gift to the world, Frederic. If you had to suffer to create it... at least know that it's brought joy to many people.

[As his own inventions probably never will. Still, he'll pick up a random part from the ground and offer it to you. Add it to the contraption?]