[ For someone who allegedly does so much listening, she's sure good at talking. Even better at talking about things she doesn't understand at all and he can do little but stare at her during this monologue, arms crossed and brow quirked in disbelief. And then, when she's finally done he fakes a long suffering sigh. ]
See... this is the problem with you heroes. You say you want to help, that you're listening when in reality the only thing you're listening to is the sound of your own voice. Feels good, doesn't it? Pretending that you're doing a good thing when in reality, you're only soothing your own bad conscience.
[ He rolls his eyes. So done with this. ]
You don't know me but you think you know me well enough to give advice? To come up with yet another master plan that's nothing short of torture? Because what you just suggested, taking away the memories, that'd mean wiping out over a century of my life, leaving me with a blood thirsty demon in my chest and no clue what to do about it. You'd be orchestrating a massacre on my expense.
[ He huffs, getting worked up now. ] And to have the gall to assume that I'm all alone in the world when, like you said, you don't know me is just— could you be more insulting? More patronizing? I'm a big boy, I can make playmates just fine.
[ In fact, he might've kind of called her out on this very thing to some of his friends. Don't be surprised if you get a talking to, Yuuki. ]
I don't need your help. I don't need your advice. I don't need you. Can you get that into your pretty lit'le skull?