[Rin listens while working, taking the onions and cutting in to them with no care for the acrid scent that comes from them. She knows that feeling, the pangs of pain that come with realizing there really is nothing to go back to, and this is all anyone has now.]

... I know that feelin'. I didn't really know anythin' about who I really was until a year ago, but even before that, I didn't have any friends either.

Even if you didn't tell him, I'm sure he enjoyed your company. I doubt he woulda stuck around if he didn't. That's somethin' at least, right?