[Fuck, okay, that punch actually hurts. He reels from it, and has to shake himself off before he can focus on what Squalo's saying again. At least this way, he really does listen to what he's told. Even though the kick hurts, and... the headbutt doesn't do as much damage to him as it does to Squalo, but it definitely doesn't feel great.

If nothing else, it is calming. There's something intoxicating about the feeling of being hit.]

If no one cares why I'm doing it, then why the fuck should I explain anything?

[He shakes himself off again, and bends his knee experimentally. He might end up with some bruises, but this feels like foreplay.]

I never said what I was doing was good or righteous, I knew it was stupid going in. But it was something, and I missed my shot for every other plan I had.

[That question makes him pause, though, and he cocks his head.]

Yeah. It's been a while, but I know what I'm doing. [Pause.] I think.