Yuya's gaze drifts further and further down, until it's stuck to the ground as Ignatius speaks. It's a shameful knife to his heart, and he chews his lip as he wars with himself about what he should say and what he wants to say. Maybe hiding it is unfair, especially if he's going to claim to understand it at all.

"I... get it." Yuya takes a deep breath, steeling himself. "I felt that way once, too. I thought people were just--violent and selfish anyway, so it... it didn't matter if I hurt them. I thought they deserved it, anyway."

He turns his face away, reflexively, twisting his hands around the strap of his bag. "But that's not true. Sure, some people are really that cruel, but not most of them. Not even a lot of them. And we fight to stop that in each other, too. Even if it's bad now, we can make the world a better place that way."