[It’s that it likely would have happened that way, if his body hadn’t made the decision for him. His own reasons for trying to maintain a separate identity at the start were numerous, but the most important reason was surprisingly selfish on his end. He just really doesn’t like it when people find out there’s something more to him than just Hayato the Photographer. That his body is, in his own words, something monstrous.]

[Kamen Rider as a separate entity is a warrior for justice, a being who fights evil from the shadows. He will always have to stigma of being made in the same image as the monsters he fights. He could accept that so long as he could continue being Hayato on his own terms. When the agency of that divide is inevitably ripped out of his hands, there’s always something to grieve there.]

[He stops struggling after a moment, and thinks better of trying to move while he’s in this state. With resignation, he sits down, leaning against the wall of the alley. He lets out a low chuckle but it’s not very humorous. If anything he looks contrite.]

My blood doesn’t play nice with certain parts of my body. I guess …that form must have put too much strain on it. [That’s the only explanation he had, anyway. It made sense when he’d dealt with his blood melting parts of his cybernetics in the past.]

I’m very sorry Ciel-san, I’ve inconvenienced you quite a lot tonight.