“Yuri, wait!” Sunset said, gently grabbing her wrist. “Please… Don’t go… Just… Talk to me… Please…” She said shakily.
“… Look at all the trouble I caused.” Yuri didn’t look back at her, eyes going down to the floor. “People begin to like me, and then they see how strange I am, and I drive them away. I’m going home now. … Give me back my knife, please. I don’t want it missing from my collection.”
“What?” Sunset said, surprised. “Yuri, I don’t think you’re strange. I think you’re kind, sweet, pretty, and smart… But…” She paused, stopping to wipe her eyes before saying, “I’m just worried! I don’t want anything bad to happen to you…”