You are not fine. ( the staunch reality is delivered, not without compassion. but it is inarguable, the worried truth in his eyes as she comes close. he lifts his other hand to her arm in an attempt to quell her rage; he's not blind. what she wants is to be fine; what he sorely desires is also for her to fine, but there is nothing of the sort for either of them here. ) Not only have you ben fighting for what I assume is as long as I, but you've been wounded. ( he gestures pointedly to the tears and blood on her shirt.

and she healed him. a lump forms in his throat as he looks down at her, his eyes full. she tore herself open and she deserves — she needs what he can do for her. he swallows thickly. ) Conscience aside, there is no other option. ( steel enters his voice, he forces the man a step towards her. ) Neither of us will survive if you don't feed, and if you don't feed, I won't.