( shizuku frowns, and looks up at him. so he's felt like this... even all this time. was any of it real? did he ever actually enjoy anything here? she wants to make him smile. a real smile, not- whatever this is. )

I believe you when you say this. ... But I cannot believe that whatever these things are doing to you is your real happiness, either. You don't have to be happy. You don't have to feel anything but what's in your heart. But these things don't have any right to decide what that is.