Gunther stepped forward, his eyes not registering the pain of the bite at all.  He continued to smile and walk towards the frightened girl, his legs thrashing out a bit to kick the imaginary cats out of the way.  "Don't be afraid, Ms. Tanner.  I'm here to help you.  Just take my hand."  His words were sincere, even as blood continued to drip from his extended wrist.<br/><br/>The people he tried to help made him bleed a lot, but he was too nice of a person to care about some trifling matter like his essence.  In his mind, strange energies and faces leaked from the steaming blood has he walked forward, his soft eyes locked on those of the feral child.  His shoed foot made contact with the syringe, adding the sound of shattering glass to the silence of the meeting.  The needle crunched and twisted, yet Gunther walked forward without taking the slightest notice.