It was a foreign feeling when fingers curled back around his hand. Doing everything that he could to ignore the sensation, Yuri focused on doing what was best. The only time he had felt the strength of his burn had been when his father's burning hand had grabbed his head. Unlike all of his victims, Yuri felt comforted and safe within the embrace of his flames. He may have lived with and took care of his mother, but his home would always be within the depths of his fire ability.

The words washed over his hearing, and he was far from surprised by it. It wasn't the first his father had fallen down such a road. Was it a path that he'd willingly take again? Releasing his hold, he had every intention of pulling his hand free as he calmly asked, "Why would you consider yourself a burden?"