Lol look what I found in my notes:
“Whatever may come, let it come, but never forget how much I love you.”
Those were Gustava Daaé’s last words to her son, and Christian lived by them. When the seven-year-old boy was taken away from his only remaining friend in order to make a living pursuing his mother’s career, he let it come. When he learned that the money his father had left for him was to be reserved until he married, he let it come. When the mysterious “coincidences” of the opera house hit too close to home, he let that come, too.
“Never forget…” He did not forget. He would never forget. *She* would not let him forget. His mother… the spirit of his mother had returned to teach him to sing. That, or the voice was the angel she had promised him. At least, that was what he wanted to believe.