... A few days ago, I spoke to the kid who got rid of his demon. It's real. They found a way to defeat it, and he's free.

It looks like I have another reason to live instead. Even if it's just so we can have stupid arguments like this... I'm fine with that.

[He pointedly keeps his gaze outside, and he thinks of what Kafka said. We are all on borrowed time, Bladie.]

Maybe I'd like to keep on arguing with you, and listen to you talk about your family, and eat the food you bring me, for as long as I can.

That's good enough, isn't it?