[ The question makes him laugh again. He is, in a way, seeming hysterical -- but it's not fright or shock, really. It's how overwhelming his delight is, after a lifetime of being denied what gives him pleasure. ]

I'm absolutely none. [ To say that out loud for once sends a burning through his gut. ] There is no good in me at all.

[ Not like this man, who faces him. Kurt will assuredly find some final deeds to occupy himself, some others in need and help them into safety. He will earn the title Hero that the Porter bestowed upon him -- but Kirei was given that title too, despite being nothing like the humble man before him.

At last, Kirei wipes the blood away from his brow, examining its shine on his fingers and he watches Kurt turn away. ]

And leave this? No. I would not miss one instant of it. Not for the world.

Although there is little 'world' left.