Kio didn't seem at all interested in apologising. Stubborn bastard. Soubi had nothing to be sorry for…did he? He wasn’t actually sure. Kio usually told him how to act.

“Aren’t you the least bit sorry for what you did?” he asked, pretty sure that Kio ought to be, regardless of Soubi’s standing on the situation.

Soubi had always wondered what this would be like, losing his friend. And he’d always thought he was better prepared. But there was a strange ache and sicky feeling that he didn’t like. And it was all Kio’s fault. But Kio looked ready to blame Soubi. For what? Having a past?

“I’ve done nothing wrong.”