[He feels like each word knocks the wind out of him, and Kamui has to steel himself, clenching his fists, letting his hair hide his face. Suddenly it's like the argument they've refused to have for years is finally surfacing.]
Do you think I feel the way I do just for that reason? That I hate him and must kill him because you-- you love him? [There's loathing there, hating to repeat it, hating that Subaru feels that way at all and that it's this of all things that draws out those words.
A moment, though, and he tries to calm himself, tries to breathe, speaking softer though he can't quite be called gentle.]
Subaru, he intends to break you one day. It's in his eyes, in his very nature. But between Fuuma and I, the one that is a threat isn't him. [It's me.] I'm the threat to them both.