[He just follows Marco, grabbing the bottles in silence and frowning and almost even pouting. You're going to fight twenty-two years of malformed ideas, on a very stubborn phoenix, that's not going to be easy.]

I know what rape is. I've seen that too and I will admit that it was worse than sex. But it was different. My mother brought him home, she was happy, she was willing. And the next morning she was alone, crying and... She couldn't think well.

[Crazy, is the word, but Ikki will never admit it even if he knows it's probably the only way to describe it.]