[The quiet of the room is only broken by the ticking of the clock. Sitting silently on the end of his bed, one leg drawn up, his arms around his shin. All he can think of is what happened a few days ago. What he had done. The blindness that drove his hand, his actions, and left not just a stain on someone else's body, but had torn a gouge straight into something he had tried his damnest to foster.

And now, here he is again, doing the same thing he felt constructed half his life. A guilt, a regret, and the onus of making up for his mistakes. He has no intention of expecting Genesis to respond to his message. But he can't just let this go by without somehow reaching out to him. Without motion, he makes the connection between himself and the man to leave this message.]

Genesis. My name is Riku. [He doubted he'd even said his name to the man that time.] I was the one who assaulted Zexion in your home a few days ago. … I don't have an excuse for my actions. I was angry over what happened and let it cloud my mind. And you were caught up in it. You and Zexion both.

I'm sorry.

For everything. If there is anything I can do to help, anything I can explain, I'll do it.