[Gokudera isn’t certain what they’re supposed to do. What he wrote down covers a lot of ground, after all. He isn’t as proud as he used to be, humbled by death and cowed by the prospect of its inevitability and possible permanence. He wonders if he has to admit what it is, explain what his worrigami is made for… to find the common ground.

But he worries that she would react much the same way he would… or used to. That she won’t want to hear his reasoning, or see it as an excuse for what happened, when they both know nothing can change what happened.

He needs to make amends.]

I’m sorry… for fighting you, and for being a criminal… when you had different expectations of me. We don’t know each other very well, and I—-

[Gokudera sighs and shakes his head, clearly defeated.]

I’m not a good person or a good friend.