<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Kazuma watched as the man answered. All he could put together was that a doctor meant help. Kazuma frowned. He didn't like that. Even less so when the man gestured to his body. Kazuma understood when the human said no. <i>And thus my luck has run dry,</i> he thought solemnly. He'd been hopeful that the same human who had shown this level of kindness would also be able to heal him. Kazuma looked away, trying to think of something else. <br/>
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The human took his other hand and Kazuma tensed. For a moment, he bared his teeth, showing the fangs of his Oni heritage. If he'd been strong enough, he could have broken the hold, but as it was, all he managed was a slight tug. Then he was forced to push against the cloth which had him wincing. Kazuma let out a long, shaking breath as he held the cloth.  Kazuma frowned. He looked around trying to find something to help get the other to understand what he needed. Did he have enough energy for a small flame perhaps? <br/>
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Did he dare show that kind of power to the human? <i>Do I have a choice?</i> Kazuma doubted that very much. The thought of more humans around him was too much to bear. It would be dangerous and he doubted their kindness. Just because one was nice, didn't mean they all were. With that settled, Kazuma pulled his sword-hand away from the cloth and turned it so his palm was facing up. It took more effort than normal, but a small flickering green flame sparked to life in his palm. Looking over to his sword, he turned the fire down to the blade and promptly pressed the flame to the steel.<br/>
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Looking to his human host, he made a small gesture with his head. "Burn," he said. If the human refused, he would have to figure out how to get the man to stitch him up.</span>