You can't help, Shiro. No one can help! Not unless you know how to exorcise the soul of the King of the Archfiends without outright killing me and even then, I doubt I'd let you because apparently, magically, I'm somehow strong enough to keep it at bay!

And unless you're willing to cut me down, then there is no helping. And honestly? You've seen the scar on my back. I don't think you could kill me if you tried. If a goddamn Archfiend couldn't do it when I was a child then I sincerely doubt anyone has the strength to do it now.

[He stands up and starts pacing in agitation. Searching for words. Searching for a way out. Finally, he just turns to Shiro.]

I'm not human, Shiro. I was supposed to be, but I'm not.

[The words are desperate. His voice is pleading. They're so full of anger and remorse and it's all directed at himself.]