Beat tried, but I didn't want to hear it, and I owe him an apology. It scared me at the time, to think that I didn't remember things about myself, and his memories had already been tampered with. I thought that maybe he was misremembering that, too. But instead of telling me the truth and backing him up, even if you weren't aware that you were, you made me think that maybe things were alright after all.

[He can see Neku's squirming, the agitated movements spurred by discomfort, but it only makes him squeeze his fists tighter. He's hurt, here.]

If anyone is the one to tell me that something is wrong with me, it should be the two of you.