[ It seems as though Kagari will call him that, no matter what he asks of him. So, he accepts it. As he has accepted many things. ]

No, I don't believe that I am.

[ It aches, to admit such a thing. To denounce the idea that he is a kind boy, a gentle boy. A hopeful one. To be compared to such a girl, even briefly - to be thought of in such a light - he craves it. He wants to sink his teeth into that feeling and clutch it tight, to harvest whatever fleeting affection Kagari is giving him. Even if it is because he is the ghost of the shell of the memory of this girl.

But, he's not. ]

I am doing this, because this is the only thing I have left. I am either of use to Audentes, or I am -- I am nothing.

[ He says "nothing" the way some might say "dead". ]