[ He's gonna put that experience in his manga, man. ]

The heat? [ He cocks an eyebrow at her. After a second, he shakes his head. ] No. I run very cold all the time. There is no need. If the both of you were in the house at the same time, you might. I enjoy the warmth.

[ As in he literally attaches himself to his favorite heat source when he needs it. Yuzu doesn't need that fate. ] I look at it this way: If what I experienced the night of my transformation did not kill me, there is far worse that could have happened. Everything I get handed up until it passes the tolerance I had at that moment is something that I can survive.

It holds a pseudo-philosophical symbolism to me.

[ An afterthought: ]

I was shot with an arrow that was meant to kill me, which granted me a power back home through my sheer willingness to live through it.