[If his heart was racing before, it feels like it might burst out of his chest now, the show of scales much more prominent, a deep black yet also nearly glowing, and definitely putting his haywire emotions on display for Fuuma. He whispers a curse, still in his own language, more directed at himself than anything else--get a hold of yourself, dumbass.]
I feel it. That response to you, of course it...
[But. How can it be that a man with that blood just happens to want to save him instead of kill him like the rest? That he could really figure it out and break it... It seems almost unreal. When Kamui speaks again, he's nodding, breathless still but at least slowly regaining composure. All right. Okay.]
Very well.
"Waiting" is a matter I have no choice on. [..............] I'll be giving you my trust, instead... Fuuma.
[So, you better not betray it. It's all he has like this. Enjoy hearing him say your name in that language tho.]