[Sycamore is well aware that Yashiro is trying to shift the focus away from that little confession he just made, but he'll allow it, for now. No need to keep pushing his friend when he's clearly distressed and needs a moment.]

...it's what I told myself, to try and come to terms with his death. I don't necessarily agree with it, but I could not allow myself any other alternative. He died alone and in the depths of despair, by his own hand. The thought of him still suffering, after that....I could not bear it.

[Sighing, he takes a sip of his coffee.]

I know what it is like to watch someone truly dear to you in pain, mon ami. It does not get any easier.

That's the price we pay, for being in love.