[He listens to Shiro say this to him and finds himself frowning, the feeling like grasping at empty air, making the frustration surge on that alone.]
Who is it that I matter to? The truth to who? Because I can't explain any of this to myself, much less why...
[He threw it all away as far as he can see, and it makes no sense why. The tension builds in his shoulders a moment, then he lets it out with a low exhale, his expression dark as the quiet "ha" he lets out with that breath, calmer only in a way that's colder and receding into himself. Walls up.]