Blood was dripping down Sanemi’s arm, the deep gash from the demon’s claws glistening in the moonlight. He barely seemed to notice it, his usual glare fixed on the fading horizon. You were shaking with adrenaline, your own battle wounds minor compared to the reckless way he had thrown himself into the fight, almost as if he didn’t care whether he made it out alive.

You stormed over to him, heart pounding, anger and fear bubbling up inside you. "What the hell is wrong with you?" The words burst out, sharper than you intended, but you didn’t care. Sanemi, as usual, brushed it off, wiping the blood from his arm with his sleeve, acting like the gash was nothing. "I’m fine."