Lorenzo
Lorenzo couldn't think of anything about what she talked about. When she touched him, he could feel no warmness or coldness,making the whole example pointless. In the end, nothing she'd say or do would change the way he felt about her. So while his burning fingers flew back towards his arm, he rose back up slowly and wiped off his ruined coat.
"You're right. You're a mess, a stupid ball of flaws and annoyances. You're overtly harsh and reckless, and you act all high and mighty even when you're hurting deep down inside. You're the sort of person people don't want to associate with, you smoke without any consideration for those around you, and your magic is so sad even I can't laugh at it."
For a second, the heat around the two intensified as the skeleton recovered. His words might come as harsh, but his tone betrayed him. He felt sorry for her, because she reminded him of someone from long ago.
"And so what? Being a complete and utter scrub didn't stop you from beating me. Despite your weakness, you didn't give up, you endured burns that would have any man cower. So stop beating yourself over, and stop taking the easy way out and blame lack of talent for your shortcomings." He grabbed her shoulders tightly and locked stares with her. He wouldn't let her cry a second longer."You are weak, and that's okay!"