I stop, looking up to him as I think over the situation of switching places. "He would be more qualified then me... I let him maul me before I even thought of hurting him. Even in that form, I couldn't bare to hold my gun strait." I say, looking at the Syringe and backing up a bit with a curious look.<br/><br/>(Seems this has gone down the road of "Who stabs who?(With a syringe of course.)" O.o)