"No, no it wasn't," he conceded. "It was your brother." It was as though he was still talking about a person separate from himself. "Ankh is the only reason I've survived to make it into this prison. If I go back to who I used to be, then I am not going to be able to protect you the same way he could. No matter how much I want to. The flames are more a part of Ankh than they are Shingo." He sighed, his shoulders drooped, and he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets.

"Basically, if you want Shingo back I'm going to have to give up the best tool I have to protect you. I don't know if I could do that."