[Action]
[His mental medley of an answer isn't particularly easy to translate into words.] Being a hassle hasn't driven me away yet. You never will be rid of me, you know.
[No matter what the name, Axel has always been some vital part of Saix's memory. He had come close, perilously close to letting that diminish into nothing, taking with it what was left of his humanity--without quite realizing he was allowing it to happen. A man who can no longer feel the cold knows intuitively that it can wound and kill--but without being able to feel it encroaching upon him he would eventually wander too far into the snow and ice, lacking what warning feeling would afford. Not realizing he was dying until it was far, far too late.]
[But Saix had been given the warning he needed; he will not make that mistake again. Not ever.]