It is keeping me tied to this realm. Unless I forgive those who were responsible...I will retain my memories, and my hate.

[His voice grows bitter.] And I think this is punishment for me; why else would the Samsara constantly bring me into contact with the Mafia? Force me to become the kind of men who shot my wife dead?

That is what I have come to believe.

And I loathe you for being one. But I loathe myself more for associating with one, and for wanting to try and...love one.

[He breaks off, frustration written plainly across his face.] Do you know how much I hated you and want-- wanted you when you first forced me into your bed?

I can't. I am incapable of it.

[He states this coldly, like it's a fact.]

I'm trying.

[He rolls on to his other side, facing away from Byakuran, annoyed.]

[He cringes a little and after a pause responds roughly.] ...I love you too.

...I love you too, dear.

I don't need to forget... [he mumbles]

...a little while. [He concedes, letting himself relax.]

Hmm.

[He shifts about, wanting to lie on his back, but not really able to.]

...

...Did I ever thank you...for freeing me?

From the Vendice.