[ aerith gets right up at this face all of a sudden that six struggles to remain upright. it catches him by surprise because he didn't expect that she would get so close to him like this, but that's why it makes little to no sense when he tries to follow after her once she pulls away. he stays put, right where he is, and looks down again.

she says that she'll remind him that he isn't a monster but he wonders if he is truly worth the trouble. ]

I've killed innocent people, you know? Children... their parents... [ when he tries to exhale, it comes out like a strangled noise. ] To be honest, there's someone here from my clan whose entire family I slaughtered. He is a constant reminder of what I've done.

[ there's more to the story that he isn't saying. they are pieces of it that he's still trying to make sense of, because he's only just learned about it before waking up here in this place. he tries to piece together what he can remember. ]

He told me that my father made me drink something as part of our clan's rite of passage. My father thought it would make the clan accept me, if I managed to surpass its effects, but in the end...

[ that's why they're all dead. that's why their blood is on six's hands.

he stares down at open palms, a quiet, forlorn look on his face. ]

With my own hands... [ defeated, he whispers quietly. ] I don't know how I'll ever make up for it.