[He looks down the wet floor in both shame and contemplation; he never stops thinking of Mallory as something beyond just a boxer, he's been so much more as both an ally and friend that he honestly wish he could give the same anymore. Trusting people has become so hard, but it's never out of himself that he cares for him and Chisa so deeply.

However, to hear his friend speak so highly of him and his younger self's optimism reminds him of Icarus and his giddiness to fly and meet the sun god despite his father's warnings of flying too high.]

I suppose everything about it is just sentimental thoughts, I don't disagree with you on that.

[He lets out a dry, humorless laugh. It sounds broken even to himself.]

And yet, in all honesty, I never really found it me to consider giving up on the idea.

[He taps Mallory's shoulder, signalling it was his turn to wash his back. He thinks to himself that, after all, Icarus didn't really die from flying too close to the sun, he died falling too close to the ocean; suffocating in the dark before drowning to his death.

Similar to the story, he never stopped playing a part in what he thought was best for hope. It only dawns to him now that he completely stopped nurturing the future's hope despite it never really leaving his mind and instead focused too much in eliminating even the slightest hint of despair.]

... Where did I went wrong, Mallory?