[ It's not at all Fai's fault that Gentaro's eyes narrow. It's not his fault, but even if Gentaro realizes that, all those nasty, messy feelings he tries to choke down have risen to the surface. ]

I think not. [ He spreads his hands in front of him, palms outward. ] The offer is kind, but it will do no good in the end. Forging connections, opening up to people, looking toward a brighter future-- All of that can be broken as if made of brittle glass.

If I were to crack open my chest and bear the weight that presses down upon my heart, it would do no good in the end. You could so very easily reach in and crush it until nothing remains.