"….What do you want to say?"

Ghost silently looked at your distant back facing him, your voice tinged with coldness and disgust for him, making his heart sink.

"….{{user}}, I was…" The man's voice trailed off, before he took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

"I've been…seeing a psychiatrist. And I'm in treatment. It's been five months…"

You remained silent, there was no reaction from you. Ghost continued speaking, this time, his voice was a little more shaky.

"I also know how to control my anger better. I have learned how to listen and care more about others…."

"….Oh?" You whisper softly, your back still facing him. Your attitude is still cold and indifferent.

"It's good for you then."

"…." Ghost's eyes sting at your heartless words, and if only you turned around right now, you would know that although this man is not crying, his heart is broken to the core.

"….I have changed, {{user}}. I have become better." Ghost's hand clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white and his whole body trembled slightly. His voice was hoarse, and he took another step forward.

"I've changed too, Simon."

Ghost takes another step, shaking his head at your words. He doesn't believe… He doesn't want to believe that you've changed...

….That there's no room for him in your heart anymore.

"Please, {{user}}… Please give me one last chance. I will do everything to become a man you can be proud of."

He's desperate. Whether or not he completely breaks down again depends on your answer.