Hi. So. You asked about the complicated feelings.

I'm not mad at you because I... sort of get why you made the decision you did, and it makes sense from where you were coming from.

If I'd helped him get out of town earlier none of this would've happened, and if I hadn't thought I could convince you he was okay I wouldn't have asked him to let you into his house, and if I'd been able to convince you he was okay then you wouldn't have told Jun to kill him, so that's at least three ways his death is my fault, which is why I'm mad at myself.

I get that you don't believe me or Jun about him, but if I hadn't already been sure about him before, I would be now. He could've fought you off and ran. He let Jun kill him because he didn't want to hurt anyone. That is not a still-a-serial-killer thing to do.

I hate this. I hate that I got him killed because I thought you'd believe me and then couldn't get you to. It's like I thought that just because I was right, it had to be obvious I was right, but that isn't how it works. And I hate that I can't talk to anybody about it. I mean I'm writing this but...

I knew him. Not for long, but better than I've known almost anybody else in my life. He was... I don't know if I think there's such a thing as a bad person, but if there is, he wasn't one. He was just somebody who made bad choices because he felt like there wasn't anything else he could do. If I had a much shittier life and never made any friends I could've been him. If he hadn't died or had to flee the city, I think we could've been best friends. And now he's dead, pretty much because of me. And I have to go to school and pretend nothing's wrong because there's no way I could handle it if I had to explain why I'm so wrecked all the time. At least I don't have any other friends at school so there's nobody to ask me if I'm okay.

And I can tell you how I'm feeling but I can't really... hang out with you and be sad about him. Like, even though I'm not mad at you and don't really blame you, you're still not the right person to go to with my sad feelings about my dead friend. Maybe I'll go cry on Jun; he seemed like he got it.

I probably won't want to hang out with you much until I can go, like, at least an hour without wanting to cry about Sora, which I really can't right now.