[This guy definitely had some kind of story. Ryou felt even more guilty for his words.]
I...I think you're right.
[He worries about the darkness so much, he can't simply detach himself from it and see that it's simply the absence of light. In the dark he panics, and lets his memories and fears get the best of him.]
I am sorry though, the dark...I worry about it, and then can't see it properly.
[He wraps his arms around himself and shivers. It really does seem to be getting colder and colder. He'd only worn a sweater outside afterall, it hadn't been too bad earlier.]