All of your friendships- every relationship you have and are building- the whole of it, of them- each one is hollow. You are pouring your love out for no avail, even though it they may seem to reciprocate your joy, your compassion, your care; it is an illusion. You think he cares about you? He doesn’t. You think she loves you? Who could? And even if, perhaps, he did, or she does, you’re incapable of giving them anything in return. You’re a husk. You are an empty shell, and you are, truly, alone.

“Heh…”

“…It seems that someone’s been reading my journal again.”

None of the Kaitos or KIDs care about you. They just see you as a shiny new plaything and their interest will soon wane.

“Not that it’s any of your business… but… yes, I’d considered that, too. He always return what he steal, doesn’t he? Including hearts, I suppose. It’s… it’s not his fault that I… so willingly and foolishly fell into that trap. He has his own duties, his own responsibilities. I’m a liability. And while he has me, that’s one less detective on his trail… who, hell, may be useful for a good time now and again…

"It’s not as though I could expect him to really love me…" 

Shuichi is using you as a puppet. He’ll train you just enough that you’ll become his scapegoat when the time comes and the Organization is on the hunt for those who stand in their way.

“That… that is a risk that I have considered, but even if it were true, I’m taking my own precautions to avoid that very issue. The amount of information that he’s trusted me with is questionable, but this is not actually uncommon with other clients. As long as I maintain professional boundaries, I’ll be fine… I’ll be fine. I trust my sensei. I do.”