Let go. [It's not harsh so much as firm. He actually doesn't try to snatch his hand back, like he's tired of trying to rebel against this orange shithead.] There's no point in caring about me.

I said I wasn't here to make friends for a reason, idiot. At the end, I'm going back to finish what I need to do. You're going back with Takaomi. Nothing here matters except winning for a god.

I'm going what I need to do to make sure that happens.

[There's something there he isn't telling. The lack of resentment, the lack of hate. It doesn't match the words he's saying.]