[This hits too close to home, right to his core, a knife to his heart. They're both searching for something they've lost, logically he knows that, and he knows that makes someone as kind as Nazuna vulnerable. If he's taking advantage of that, he'll hate himself. The door is open now, though, and he doesn't think it's wrong to confess his own situation in clearer terms. Sannan doesn't know if it'll drive Nazuna away or bring him closer to truly understanding.]

Caring for others is something I almost forgot how to do. One can only be wounded so many times. But there was one person who always found her way back to my side. It made me so... indescribably happy, yet desperately sad, and just as angry. Why did fate see fit to give me something I never deserved?

[...Sannan has tried for the last month or so to push the fact that he ever loved out of his head and his heart, not wanting to address the numb chasm left in her absence.]

After what I did, she should have turned away from me. I was the monster they painted me to be. I did it to save my men, but I hurt her in incredible ways in the process, consciously and deliberately. All she ever did was believe in me when no one else did. When everyone I tried to live for turned their back on me, she followed me into unfathomable darkness. When I hurt her, I laid awake wishing I could do anything, anything to make her smile, even though I didn't deserve to see it.

[A pause.] So, you see... worrying about me isn't reasonable at all, either.

[He leaves out the part where they had the happiest ending possible, even if his days might've been numbered. They were setting out on a great adventure to try to save his life and restore his humanity. He leaves out the part where this is the calmest and most steady he's felt in weeks, and that somehow it makes him think that there's more than one way to live for others, and more roads he has left to travel.]