If you were a reasonable man, I probably wouldn't feel so worried. Caring for others... isn't easy. It can be painful and messy and ugly. But-- those important relationships... it's not like both sides don't get something out of it. Whether it's worrying about someone and being worried about... or being loved and loving someone... both sides feel it.

[And he wouldn't be in the dangerous position he was in now. He's not sure if he really managed to convey what he meant to. Words aren't his strong suit, even when he can emphasize them properly. But it's something he feels strongly about; so he finds himself trying desperately to convey what he can.]

...I'm sure the person who worried about you and kept you going was really happy.

[They're so close-- it's hard to avoid his gaze. But he knows he shouldn't. Not if he wants to get his feelings across. Yet he kind of wishes he could for the next part.]

I know... at least... that I would be. [...] When I thought I was done and there was nothing left for me but to finish out my days as a broken and useless doll... there was someone important to me who was suffering even worse. Someone put it into my head that maybe... maybe I could "save" him. Honestly, it seemed beyond me. But I realized that if it was true... if there was something I could do, I wanted to see him smile again. I think... it's probably the same kind of feeling...