[He missed having her close already. Atsushi had become quite accustomed to surviving on his own prior to the deer-themed nightmare of six months ago, but he'd been changing. Slowly but surely, Makoto had shown him that trusting wasn't just 'okay,' but that it was something he'd been missing in his life. So even if it was difficult to discuss, he understood this was the right choice.]

I was reading about these blood pacts and all of the text I've read says that we'll share thoughts or emotions. And I don't really... [His voice trails off with uncertainty.

Atsushi doesn't fully understand what's 'wrong' with him. It's become so normal and he never had anyone to question the way his mind would slip into the past. So he hesitates again, but only to gather his thoughts.]

... I don't have a good grasp on mine sometimes. It feels like the headmaster is still here, living in my head, constantly watching me, and reminding me, and I just- [Catching himself, Atsushi stops.

He doesn't want to think too much about it. Instead, he makes eye contact with Makoto in order to ground his thoughts.] -- I don't think it's fair to you... I don't want you to ever experience these things, Makoto-chan.