Yeah, you keep saying that, but I'm not entirely sure that I believe it.

[He's still absolutely terrified that he might kill somebody if he lets it out more, but like all his other problems, he'd bury it and drink it away later... Because he was a healthy, well-adjusted individual.

Instead, he smiled and rubbed the back of Ggio's neck.]

I'll make a deal with you, Ggio. If you keep me from losing control and hurting somebody, I'll let that part of me out more often.