"You died," he points out. "Or whatever it is that happens to us when we're hurt here. If I thought you wouldn't have answered if you could have, I probably wouldn't be here right now."

Not like this, not comfortably.

"If I see a SIN guard hurting someone, I'm still going to step in. I'll probably end up in a cage again. Maybe I'll be disappointed in myself if I don't do anything to end up there again. But you lived without the choices I've had all along. The thought of you losing more of your choices," he hesitates, looks at K, not certain this is even okay to admit to worrying over. "It bothers me more."