[ The answer brings a certain light to Ryoji's eyes that lift to meet Lucy's. He liked the cold, and winter mornings when the skies are soft and grey. Those sleepless nights where he'd stay up, sitting in his bed idly watching through his window the moon that stands vigil with him, gradually lightening the sky until the sun rises from its slumber to take over.

Still, he's sorry that it happened, and for the initial fright that it caused. He figures he owes Lucy some sort of explanation, as weak as it is from what little he knows of it. ]

It wasn't on purpose. I'd only done it once before, when it'd come up and caused— or saved me from— a car accident. I didn't want to put you in any danger, so... that's why. I'm sorry.