[Axel glances over his shoulder when Wolfram speaks out to him and when he hears what comes next he has to keep himself from smiling too broadly. His wounds are still leaking a bit and the do sting if he moves, but they'll heal just like every other wound, and just like with every other painful experience he'll learn to accept it as nothing.
He shrugs casually.]
You were angry. [Sighs] When the heart decides what it wants to do, it's often hard to interfere. [And with that he gives a wave over his shoulder and then starts to walk away.]