"Actually, little brother, I'm saying you're a good person—a better person than I am. That's true. I'm not joking; I'm stating a fact. I don't want to deceive you because you're a good person. But good people are the easiest to deceive. You should understand that clearly. It's precisely because they're kind that they so easily believe others. But a good person cannot trust others so casually, because if you trust people too much, then death won't be far away. Doing that will only bring you closer to death. That isn't a good thing. You should know that well enough, so I don't need to say more, right? I hope you can understand this, and I hope you can accept it, but I think that's simply impossible. Sigh, this really is such a headache. It's truly too much of a headache. But there's no helping it. That's life. There's no way around it, really not even the slightest way. If there were any way at all, it wouldn't have come to this. If I could solve it, then naturally that would be good—couldn't be better. But if it can't be solved, then there's nothing to be done. There really isn't any way."
"Actually, I don't want things to be like this either, but there's nothing I can do. Who has a solution? I don't have even the slightest solution. I hope you have some way to deal with it. Stop always expecting me to help, because no matter how much you want my help, in the end I won't be able to do much for you. Isn't that the truth? All I can do is hurry up and leave, stop disturbing you, and let you do what you need to do. I know very clearly what you need to do.