Those three words are more than enough to lift Devero's face up from his knees. There's a brittle stillness to him as he watches Koumyou pledge to-- to violence on his behalf. On his behalf! As if he were someone worth fighting for, killing for.

He unbends and sloshes across the pool to Koumyou's side. Reaching up, he touches Koumyou's cheek, just gently, with shaking fingertips. "...Thank you," he says, because he's not sure what else you say to someone who's just told you would kill for you. "I... I hope it never comes to that."