Long ago... Someone told me that there are things you don't have to tell others, friends or not, that everyone has things they don't want to tell. I understand that but... I've been wanting to tell you this for a long while. It's not a nice story, it's something shameful that I wish that would have never happened... But it's the only thing I can tell you that it's fully me, the only thing that depends on just me.

[He shows a weak smile. Even now, more than a year later and several worlds apart from that incident, it's clear it still exhausts him out a lot.]

You told me all about you and your world... I couldn't keep hiding myself from you... I'm sorry.

[He will always be sorry. Sorry for what he did, for not being stronger, for not making himself be heard in another way, sorry to that girl, sorry to his friends because he once was such a piece of trash. There's no forgiveness to that. But he's sorry, he knows he will never be forgiven, but he's okay with that, he doesn't want that either.]