Why would I hate you? [He knows why Lio would think he does, the notion solidifying with the touch to his chest. He knows just where that spot hits, can almost feel the bite of the blade if he thinks on it too long.]

I don't know how many ways or times I have to say it but you saved me. [He covers Lio's hand with his own, holding it firm and still. There wouldn't be running, not if he could help it this time.]

If you didn't do what you did...I--That other me could still be running around using your flame to stir up trouble, to hurt people. I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be me without that...