Kouchisei withdrew his phone. He liked to believe he knew who Kozue was, what her behaviours were, and had grown comfortable with the assessment he was better off away from her. Eyes focused and cast down, his fingertips were running down the side of the device. Once her words had settled in his mind, the sickness in his stomach began to rise quicker and quicker, and he stood up.
His hand, which was clutching his phone, was raised to his chin. Talking to her - showing forgiveness - had taken a lot of strength. This was an insult. He cast out his arms to push the bad feeling away, and sat back down.
"I'm not interested. You've made it clear what you think of me. Besides, you wanted to make your own decisions. Live with it."