[It feels like whatever small pieces he's managed to gather have slipped through his fingers, turned liquid and fallen to the ground again, scrambling for them. What's left is something small, disbelieving, and very very vulnerable.]

Y-you... Ahahhahaa, I just don't get it. You really don't care about yourself at all, huh?? Otherwise you'd... it's natural to be angry, isn't it?

[Sara's own sendoff was gentler than this, cushioning the same, if no less epiphanitic. The words of the one he's quoting, they were equally painful in parallel and opposite; 'even Sou probably isn't a bad person'. Misguided...

Worn down by deaths and deaths and deaths to that lack of care or... the worse option. That he really was too successful in becoming the sort of person others would throw their lives away for, that person that uses and toys with that.]

Forgiving me... D-do you hear yourself? [But it's clear he's winding down, exhausted from his earlier outburst and in general; he doesn't have room for another, and that's probably a good thing. He scrubs at his face, breathes out, and when he finally lowers his hand that smile is back.] That's just fine then... I accept it.

[No he doesn't, not really, he can't take it into his heart where it's currently too raw to put it anywhere. But it means something to Sidney, so.]