[Ryou decides not to be a prim and proper gentleman, and shoves his clawed feet under the kotatsu to take up as much heat as possible. He wants it. He wants to be warm and comforted, even if he's struggling to believe he deserves as much. It comes and goes, despite the fact that he knows very well that what he's done shall pass sooner than later...just like everything else that happens in Ryslig...right? Even Javert had been accepted after what he'd done.

When the Ring-Spirit slides the pad over, and Ryou sees what he wrote...his heart feels as if it skips uncomfortably.]

I wouldn't have wanted you there. Everyone I ran into, I fought them. Even other Fog followers. Humans. Everyone.

...I didn't want to fight you, Spirit.