It's not like that... [Now he feels guilty and terrible, he wasn't that selfish! He didn't just want the Ring because it was expensive, or pretty...]
My father gave it to me... [Ryou sniffles, leaving out the rest of his reasoning--like the fact it had good memories tied to it, even amongst all the bad. He was attached to it, but in more ways than he can really put into words. Something made it impossible for him to just let it go.]
I want to keep it. [He wrings it in his hands.] And I really would like to just be friends with you, but all you do is try to make me feel bad, or put you on. You're always trying to get something out of me.
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My father gave it to me... [Ryou sniffles, leaving out the rest of his reasoning--like the fact it had good memories tied to it, even amongst all the bad. He was attached to it, but in more ways than he can really put into words. Something made it impossible for him to just let it go.]
I want to keep it. [He wrings it in his hands.] And I really would like to just be friends with you, but all you do is try to make me feel bad, or put you on. You're always trying to get something out of me.