[ The fight leaves him as quickly as it came. His defensive posture fades and he averts his gaze. These outbursts are embarrassing...He should be able to control himself better. It's almost as bad as it was when he started feeling a broader range of emotions. ]

Because it shouldn't matter to you. Either you'd see me again or you wouldn't...You don't need to go out of your way to confirm it.

[ Berserker doesn't -- can't -- understand why anyone who isn't bonded to him cares about him. Even now, the concept of friends is difficult for him to accept. Or maybe he's just backsliding because dying fucked him up. It's hard to tell. ]