[ If someone loved him enough to die for him, how would he feel? Would he see any value in it? No. His life is lacking in fulfilment so there's no reason to die to maintain it. He feels his own emptiness, even as it benefits others, causes quiet fractures in their sense of self. Should he be asking and constantly ripping out the pieces of a person until their weaknesses are exposed? They may become stronger, but what is he looking for in others?

He accepts he cannot feel happiness -- ignoring the times when he does since it is swallowed up violently to guilt and disgust. He can mimic the image of someone happy, but he feels odd doing so sometimes. His enjoyment in anything is brief, but none of this troubles him. He accepted this all about himself. But is a person like that worth sacrificing for? No, he doesn't think so. ]

Hm? [ Kei realizes that he allowed himself to slip into too much navel gazing and decides that he won't chase any of those questions he came up with. ] No. I'm sorry. I allowed my mind to wander at the thought of someone sacrificing themselves for me. It actually happened in a memory. I realize how I could never consider it be valuable for a person to give up their life to save mine.

[ He lifts his hand up, wiping some of the sweat off of his neck and frowns. ] It makes a fun conversation more serious. [ A beat. ] But it's all right. [ Is it? ] It's all right because I don't think anyone I know will do that for me, and we have our death pact so... it isn't anything to worry about.