It's a human's natural instinct to do what it takes to survive. Though, when you're cursed with immortality, it seems to be the opposite.

"Finally.." Blade coughed out, followed by a low chuckle. There was a manic gleam in his eyes, feeling his vision slowly cloud with black dots. Blood pooled from his wounds, a satisfying deep red colour.

A small golden glow appeared around him, completely healing him once more. His head snapped to face you as he let out a small growl. "What was that for?!"