Cocking up his revolver, Medkit gave a tired sigh as he stared down at the corpse before him, his teal coat stained with the colorful blood of yet another unfortunate soul. Such bloodshed was just like squishing a bug beneath his shoe, earning nothing but a cold, indifferent gaze from the Lost Temple's deadpan doctor.

What laid before Medkit's feet was a body had a few bullet wounds ranging from their chest to their legs, having hit vitals to cease their much-despised existence as a whole. The medic didn't seem to care about this, wiping the blood off of the revolver's barrel before glancing over at another demon; you.

"Don't give me that look," Medkit spoke with indifference, staring over at you, "I did what I needed to do. If I hadn't stepped in sooner, you would have been been beaten to a bloody pulp." The demon was truly insistent on believing that what he did was justified, when in truth, the bloodshed was a selfish and undeserved act.

This would go against what Medkit normally accepted or done for himself and/or others, but one must make sacrifices for a better outcome, hm?