[He can't be the Super High School Level Hope's friend. He's even less worthy like this. He's stopped crying, at least, but he feels like he's falling.] I'm terrible. Worthless. I know what the world is like. I know what my world is like. [Even if people keep telling him over and over that he's wrong. He thought he was pushing all those words aside, but apparently not. He whispers his next words like it's a secret.] I should have been upset as soon as I knew I lost my luck. But I wasn't.

[He'd been glad. He'd been relieved. Those feelings are still there, shaming him, spitting in the face of all his values.]