[He hears the words, but it doesn't make sense to him. If anything, it solidifies his need to protect him-- Keith can handle himself in a fight, but he shouldn't be here. It's his fault he's here.]
[He tightens his hold on his hands, just on the edge of too tight. He's hurt a lot of people already-- and he'd do it all over again if it means Keith's okay. And as soon as he thinks that, it seems that his hands become more bloody, flow more.]
I'll do whatever it takes. [He's falling into that state of being Keith found him in, his eyes looking a little fuzzy, his words clear but spoken as if he doesn't fully comprehend what he's saying.] ... Whatever it takes.