[She laughs, bitterly. If she didn't, she'd probably sob.]

He stole my life from me. [Rin holds the photos in her hand, flipping through them one by one.] It's just as you say: I am who I am because of him. It makes me angry, but I can even say he rubbed off on me in more ways than I appreciate. I'm awful.

But I like who I am. [Rin catches herself biting her lip; makes herself relax her face.] I've always hated him, but I can't picture myself any other way.