Amu can't help but stare at her hands, the ones that destroyed, had always destroyed anything that she touched since she'd first let others know about her on the day that her concentration that kept her at bay whenever she got slightly angry broke.

It felt alienating to realize that she'd harmed someone while being human rather than the monster that often roared just underneath the surface of her skin.

"I'm sorry." It broke as if she truly could feel more than the ache in her chest that begged for her life again, begged for an escape from every living pain that she endured.

"Are you?" Ikuto looked away, almost too fast for Amu to catch the flow of water in his crystal blue eyes yet she knew that he had to blame her at least a little, felt that level of disdain lodge itself into his chest, probably longed for her to feel it too yet he'd willingly sought her out despite all of that.

"I am." It lodged within her chest, made her feel as if she truly deserved the title of being called a monster, the guilt, no matter how constant it had become, ate up her being as she watched him.

"You don't know me enough to care." He shrugged; his eyes seemed drawn to the sky, the endless freedom that was always just shoved slightly out of reach.

"Let me." It bit past her teeth and her tongue before she could stop it, determined to attempt to fix what never could be fixed.

"Why should I let a monster by what she does, not what she looks like, get to know me?" The taunt tumbled forth from his mouth and while it shocked her, a part of herself instantly grew in hope that somehow she could help him or at least make peace with her guilt that clawed up past her heart.

"I can be better." It was determination that fell out of her mouth now, desire to grow and make peace with the monster that stood within her as if it wasn't the gray wolf that sometimes grew too angry and appeared but rather the one who found her only comfort in ignoring her past by harming others in nearly the same way, coping with violence had never really helped her before.

"You can't be who you've become and still be better." He muttered and stood up as if finally he was ready to leave, to leave her with the guilt, that old claw that seized her heart so eagerly.

"I know." She did know that and knew that it would take work, years of hardships didn't just pass in one day.

She stood up, felt her gown flutter slightly on her body, felt the wind that tried to pluck her hair away from her, and knew that if she didn't leave behind this temporary home of absolute lonely isolation that she'd be stuck always reliving his words and feeling the crush of guilt that lay heavy on her chest.