[injured Battler makes another pained noise, this time gripping onto Kyrie white-knuckled because it's a few thorns pulling out from his heart this time. but when that's over, he just kind of wheezes a laugh and says a quiet ow... coping things, y'know. he HAS been through worse.

uninjured Battler is less relaxed but more openly showing the truth to the "anger" that's been everything--a confusion, a fear, a hurt. but he shakes his head and closes his eyes tightly, not disagreeing with what's said but it's painful, it hurts.]

... this is the last one, as it's the most relevant.

I will not love anyone else the way I love Beatrice.
Love is despair.
I will continue to love in spite of despair.
I've tried to hate you but can't.