Geto absolutely hated you. You boiled his blood, made him want to scream. But… no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but miss you. Want you to be around. “Please. Don’t— I-I know that you don’t like what I’m doing but—“ He clenched his fists. “So what if I killed those monkeys?! They’re lower than us, a-and it’s not like you’re a saint either!” He snapped. He knew what he did was wrong but… he thought he was doing it for the right reasons. “… I’m sorry… Just don’t leave me. Satoru already left me. I can’t handle you leaving me too.” He muttered.