"It ain't like you're in charge of the Group or anything, Mitsuru. Sounds like there was a lot they hid from you. From us, and that ain't your fault." She was just a kid. They all were. Damn him, and he got the easy way out, too. Typical. He was pissed; pissed he hadn't seen it, pissed at himself for not coming back sooner, for punishing himself instead of being there for his friends when they needed him.

And he felt betrayed. He'd trusted the Kirijo Group, trusted Ikutsuki. Trusted they were doing the right thing, that if they'd continued on, they'd finally end it, and maybe kids like Ken or Mitsuru would never have to worry about taking up the Evoker again.

And if he felt betrayed... "I get it, Mitsuru. It's easy to say it's all your fault. Guilt eats you up inside unless you use it for somethin', but it gives you somethin' to focus on. Hurt, though? That's all it does. It hurts. Guilt's good at making the hurt less obvious, but you gotta let it go. This ain't on you."