I don't know... but I can feel. The fire inside of me... it resonates. It wants to burn, too.

[ More poetic language, obfuscating but revealing at the same time. Lio couldn't pretend to understand the specifics of what Izo was going through, but he knew he was going through it. And as much as he thought Izo was a jerk, he didn't exactly want him to suffer, either. ]

It doesn't have to be in front of me... or anyone... but you can't just snuff it out. It needs to burn.