Because from the moment I saw her, I knew I'd do anything to save her.

[He speeds up, too. He can angst and race at the same time.]

As long as I could still see her smile, it didn't matter how much pain I went through, or how many times they had to put me back together again. Even when they first decided to stop the experiment, I ran past them to try to heal her even more.

[...And then he'd collapsed, comatose for three whole weeks.]

For a long time, I thought... if I'd died so she could live, maybe I would've been happier that way.

[If he hadn't been a failure, not strong enough to heal her completely, his very body giving out long before she could recover.]