[Text -- Hamuko Arisato: Alex told me that you were the one who bandaged me, and I found another box of stuff outside my room. I'm sorry I didn't see it before -- you must have left it while I was out of my room in Hollywood Studios. I haven't actually looked in it yet, but I can only assume it was from you. you tried to take care of me while I was sick and I said.... I said such awful things to you, Lucy. and you STILL came to help me when I needed it. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY. please, forgive me.]
[Text Received: Behind The Gears] Two weeks ago, I would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. Two weeks ago, my only image of you was someone who genuinely seemed to care about everyone–who was willing to put up with me, who seemed like someone I would want to get to know better no matter how awkward I was with her.
[Text Received: Behind The Gears] And then, two weeks ago, I met someone who claimed they were Hamuko, as someone who claimed they were me. And as Rise was quick to remind us so many times during the trial, the disease didn’t change your feelings, just your opinion.
[Text Received: Behind The Gears] Y'know in some ways I prefer that version. At least with that version of you, you knew exactly what you were getting. No lies, no bullshit, just exactly what you think of them. The knife was shoved in your chest, instead of making you wonder when it was going to protrude from your back.
[Text Received: Behind The Gears] That version of you told me you hated me, or at least who I was with. That you couldn’t trust me. That I was...well, quite a few ‘awful things’ to use your words. And I know you remember every single one, because just like me you remember everything your other side did.
[Text Received: Behind The Gears] So here’s the question Hamuko. How do I know you’re not lying to me right now? I want to believe you. Please, I want to believe you. And I swear I won’t leave.
[Text Received: Behind The Gears] But you need to tell me how you actually feel about me. No lies, no bullshit, just tell me. I just need to know. Until then–until I know the apology is really what you mean, and that I’m not just a means to an end–the answer to ‘will I forgive you’ is no.
