[He laughs softly again, and maybe this time it's a little less broken.]

I hope you're right. But I'll believe in you, because I trust you.

[He lets go of her to sit back against the wall, sighing as he scrubs at the faint pink trails dried on his face. Not fully blood, but enough to definitely reinforce that he's not human.]

I probably look horrible. I'm afraid to look in the mirror, and not because I've been crying.

[What would he see if he did look? What will the others see, if he ever decides to come out of this cell? Fukawa accepts him, but that doesn't mean the others will.]