"Someone tried to put bandages on your hand. Did you do that yourself?"<br/>"Ice was applied to your groin... You probably shouldn't have stopped to be honest with you."<br/><br/>These particular quotes rang in Nit's mind as they and Marcial watched the ambulance speed away with Axe and Scarlet. They became especially blaring as Coup began scolding Nit for their heinous actions. Being called a pig and hearing that Axe could possibly die from her injuries made them break eye contact with the woman, their peeper shut air-tight. Tears were far from coming at all, but Nit just could not bear to look at anyone or anything at the moment. They remained on the floor, folding their arms after putting their sock back on.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Keep insulting... me</span>," Nit growled under their croaks. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Watch it... nurse Axe back to... health. Duplicitous bitch</span>." They pulled their legs up to their chest, placing their folded arms atop their knees. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Guilt tripping. That's something... you're sure good... at.</span>"<br/><br/>Nit finally opened their eye, keeping their upper eyelid hovered over half of it. They looked absolutely exhausted and were as such. "<span style="font-family: courier;">What's even the... point in trying... anymore? Everyone <span style="font-style: italic">hates</span> me. Thinks... I'm a damn savage</span>." They hung their head over their chest as if it were suspended on a string tied to their nonexistent neck. "<span style="font-family: courier;">Anything I do at... this point to show... my fucking care for... the girl might just be... seen as me trying... to clear my name. It's</span>..." They paused for a moment. Their eyes locked on the bandages on their hand courteous of Axe. After that moment, they flicked their head up and scoffed. "<span style="font-family: courier;">It's nice when you... do a dickish thing that... makes people not trust... you anymore. <span style="font-style: italic">Mierda</span>...</span>"<br/><br/>Marcial remained by Nit's side, trying to comfort them. He simply sighed from hearing Nit speak, his breath warm and containing hints of exacerbation.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I don't think Axe would like us to fight more over her well being</span>," he mumbled, looking down. "<span style="font-style: italic">It would be best for us to eliminate the remaining stress here</span>." He thought for a few moments, then raised his head again. "<span style="font-style: italic">She'll be in my prayers</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Instead of actually... doing something significant</span>?"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Having faith is important to me, Mx. Especially in dire times like these</span>."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Whatever</span>."