[He doesn't like thinking of how that thing, whatever it was, was carving out his heart so precisely, inspecting him as his body was being unmade...

He tries not to shudder at the memory, and tries not to let it show that he doesn't like seeing her cry like that. He doesn't know why, but he wishes she'd just stop.]

I don't know what that thing was, but this is what it is to be mortal Saori, and you're just going to have to accept that. No more tears, we're alive now, and that's all that matters. We've got to pay them back for what they did to us.