[So he won't start producing malevolence if he lets himself feel it...and he wasn't a failure of a holy knight. Thank God. He breathes out, letting some of his tension and anxiety go with it. ]

Well...the risk of turning my friend into a dragon is a good motivator for speaking up, I'll admit.

[He might've repressed it more, were it not for the pact. He's not sure how to feel about himself on a lot of days, but he knows he could never live to himself if he did something to harm Mikleo like that. ]

...I hate him. I hate the idea that he can be reformed, that he could get a chance to live a happy life when all those he hurt never will. That he's going to stay in the cottage that belonged to my friend, that he's going to be fed donuts, and experience all the nice things Vash will want to do for him.

[he clutches his pant leg, bunching up the fabric in his hand]

It's not fair.