"Would you rather I have left you to Tristan?" He finally answered, not sure what else to say. "He caught us off guard. We were sloppy, stupid. It was foolish of us."<br/><br/>He pulled away, feeling the healed wound stretch and go taut. How had he--?<br/><br/>"Some humans don't deserve saving," he countered. It was a lesson all daemons knew. Some people were just rotten to the core. Even daemons had a code of honour, as skewed as it was sometimes.<br/><br/>He got to his knees. "You're still bleeding. How can I...?"