[He has a complicated, elaborate way of expressing himself, but Moji gets the idea: people will care for you no matter how you feel for them, and it's natural to form bonds. There's no malice in the words this time, and no personal pain marring them - they're frank and solely concerned with him.
He sits down heavily on his bed, a rare haunted look taking over his features but his voice remaining even. Guilt and pain roll off of him in thick, stifling waves.]
It's more important now than ever. I've made mistakes. I've been driven beyond what I thought I was capable of. I'm not protecting myself by doing this.