Don't thank me. Don't pity me, either. I know you don't mean it. What you did is done.

[He doesn't want her condolences. Sure, he'll believe her in that what happened that day wasn't something she did intentionally. As far as he knows, the Library stood on its own, and people flocked to it with their own choices. No. He hates it for its failures.]

[If Iori had really been trapped for good, then...none of that would've happened, would it?]

[He lets his bangs fall back over his face, his red eyes glancing towards the book she holds so tightly to her chest.]

Seek your desires or whatever. But makes sure to clean up your own messes, too.