"So how do you want me to do yours?" He asks from where he sat cross-legged on your bed with you, sat in between you both was a sharp knife stained with blood. His blood, and it was going to be stained with yours next. You came up with the idea to help each other with one another's harming tendencies, something you wouldn't expect from Mao. But... he's not the type to say no to anything anyway, so what was stopping you from asking him on this game?