[ I don't even know if I want to have anything more to do with you yet is a knife in his ribs, and Black nods after a moment—jerkily, like he remembered that when humans socialize, they show their understanding somehow. ]

It's not your fault, Yosuke. [ ...it really isn't. ] I'm sure you thought I was a better person than I was three years ago, and... I'm really sorry I couldn't be the person you thought I was. That's on me for letting you think that.