[ Whoops. He raises his hand to try to touch the other, but soon he's on the other side withdrawing. Letting his hand hover there lamely before closing his fingers one by one and looking down at it. ]

I know that. I know how this place can get inside your head...

[ He's thinking about the ghost child with the rock. Thinking about when he punched Zack. Who even knows what is in store with them in the future, either...

It was hard to remembering he can actually do some good here. Dropping his hand in the water again with a plop. His clothes were uncomfortable, but he didn't want to move. ]

You had faith in me. You stopped me from going and continued to believe in me even after I hurt Zack. Even after I hurt you...

[ He can imagine the finger shaped bruises on his skin.

But. But there's a point he's going for in all of this. And he has to first make something clear. ]

I get why you did it. I'm not mad at that.