[Gunvolt paused, looking up at the daemon, between his friends, over at Sherlock, and to Vivi. Under any other circumstance he'd be reluctant to do this. And he hates that it has to go this way; he's still reluctant to trust a contract; he did pay attention a lot in class about this sort of thing. He'd just have to trust that what he learned would be enough to make sure the contract works as intended.
...But giving his blood for a friend? That wasn't the thing that bothered him. Not even for a second. He already shed gallons of sweat, trillions upon trillions of joules of electricity, and plenty of tears trying to find an answer for saving his friend. Blood... that was nothing, at this point. If anything, that's nothing more than a transfusion. A transfusion for a bunch of people, that would give them their lives and their freedom.]
...Yeah. Me too. Even if it scars, it's one I'll wear with pride.
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...But giving his blood for a friend? That wasn't the thing that bothered him. Not even for a second. He already shed gallons of sweat, trillions upon trillions of joules of electricity, and plenty of tears trying to find an answer for saving his friend. Blood... that was nothing, at this point. If anything, that's nothing more than a transfusion. A transfusion for a bunch of people, that would give them their lives and their freedom.]
...Yeah. Me too. Even if it scars, it's one I'll wear with pride.