[A sound hitches sharply in the back of his throat, a shudder ripping through him that lingers in the way his arms tremble, almost a convulsion again for a moment before he holds on tighter. He doesn't shout, but the insistence in his voice is no less felt, absolutely strained. Pained. No.]
I - will never hate you. Not in this life or any other. Shiro-- [It's a promise as much as it is a declaration, even stronger in light of having lost those feelings today, even when it wasn't permanent.] Never.