[ It's hard not to sink into Tsurumaru, to let some of his grief go, and he breathes out softly. ]

I've never been called precious before.

[ His voice comes out as an awkward little laugh, even as he tries to sniffle back his tears.

He's always been alone, hasn't he...? Since his family died... Until Denji. Until Power. ]

I didn't want to care about other people, not even my team members. It was easier to focus on other things, because all that mattered to me was the Gun Devil. But then there was Denji, and Power, and Angel.

[ A glance to the side. ]

... And you.