[No judgement. He wonders precisely if that notion will remain steadfast in all that he wants to say. Verso sets his jaw, steels himself, then speaks.]

I didn't wish to be confirmed with a match who didn't know the full scope of myself, with the expectation that we were "perfect" for each other. That there might lie a future with someone who doesn't even truly know the real me.

[This is less of a pressure point now that romance has bloomed between Nico and Aventurine, and that their match might be more of good friendship than romantic expectation, but even so.]

I'll start with the first thing that destroys prospects between me and anyone here.

[ ... ]

I'm not supposed to exist any longer. For all intents and purposes, once this game is over, I'm dead.