[He tries to avoid Vanitas' eyes, shoulders still tensed. It's not that he doesn't want people to know him, it's not that he wishes to be alone.

He just has no other choice.]

I am a traveler. I don't belong anywhere. I can be a friend, I can help... but eventually I will leave and never come back.

[He takes a deep breath, hand moving up to touch his own heart.]

It's better like this.

[His voice grows quieter.]

There's no need for anyone to worry. When they think about me, I want them to remember the good moments and then tell themselves that I'm away on another journey... just like always. And there should be nothing else to it.

[He doesn't want to cause pain or heartache. He's fine if he's nothing more but a fond memory, never known fully by anyone and yet remembered with a smile.

...Asking for more would be so utterly selfish.]