"Probably hitting people close to your size too, huh?" It looked like a stiff wind could knock the kid over. But then again, looks could be deceiving. Plenty of street urchins made do with less.

Flamebringer shakes his head, "So what? Is it a competition?"

Flamebringer snorts, yeah, this kid was a brat for sure. Just looking him over it was obvious he'd seen some crap. It was in his eyes, in his face. Scars that didn't look like scars, but people who knew what they were looking at would see it. No doubt that know-it-all attitude hadn't helped him one bit. "Sure thing captain obvious." He mutters to himself.

Flamebringer pauses and really looks at the kid, staring him in the eyes. "... A life isn't something to stupidly throw away in a tantrum kid." His gaze drifts away, hand absentmindedly coming up to touch the black, crystallization that sits on his left jaw, "If you want to die, fine. But find a way to do it that won't leave you with regrets. That you control."

He eyes snap back, not at all missing the way the kid's voice betrays him, "If it doesn't matter, so what? You're here, so get over it. I can tell you I'm not dead. I'd remember that. So until you can prove me wrong, don't go making stupid choices."

With that note he turns around and starts walking away, before stopping and looking back over his shoulder, "C'mon."