[ He nods adamantly. Just one. He would be happy if he could save just one more. He's lost count of how many little villages he and Brigitte had traveled though that he had helped. How many smiling little girls he had left behind. Certainly, he paid for each with his body, adding injury upon injury, but in the end, his motivation has always been the same. Just one more. ]

It doesn't feel like it. No. But I can't stand idly by and let them die. It's a sacrifice that doesn't need to be made at all. [ He has indeed never grown out of it. Kirei stands before Don Quixote in the flesh, only there is no Knight of Mirrors and his windmills are actually giants.]

I refuse. [ He crosses thick arms over his chest in a show of old aged stubbornness. ] A knight does not go back on his word. If I say I will do something, I will do it. [ Or he'll die trying. ] I won't run away merely because it's hard. Impossible is only a word cowards tell themselves to make themselves feel better about standing by. Make no mistake, mein freund, I will do everything in my power to help them. I won't forget them and when the time comes, I will save them. Even if it kills me.