[ He's the same as Madoka, in a way — they both have kind words for her that she doesn't deserve. Her hands fist nervously in her jacket, and she stares down at them, forcing on a smile to be polite. ]

... That's really nice of you to say. [ At least she can say that honestly. She has no idea that he knows so much, so she stays vague: some secrets would affect more than just herself. ] But I think if you knew what happened, you'd agree with me. Madoka... she's too nice for her own good, sometimes, so I can't take advantage of that. I have to make sure I protect her, even if it means protecting her from myself.