[Itsuki remains still and sitting, head bowed a little as her fist smacks it. It feels a little like when Marie patted his head, after she'd shared a part of herself with him.]

...I really thought I could say it back.

['i hate you'. he can't say that, but he'll offer this]

I hate what you've done, and I don't think I'll forgive you. [...] But I don't hate you. ...Sorry.