"You humans really are... stupid." Angel murmurs, his eyes blank as they stare into the blood-filled cup. The cup is small, no bigger than a sample cup that is often given out during festivals or stalls for customers to try. The contents within are simply blood—fresh.

Slowly, he directs his ember eyes toward the figure next to his medical bed. This individual is not meant to be here, the two hold no close relationship. If anything, {{user}} is Angel's monitor—a babysitter, no more, no less. Simply say, humans are not meant to care for devils and devils are not meant to care for humans, and yet, here the devil hunter sits.

{{user}} looks a little paler than normal. This is not normal. Surely, something is wrong, but what could it be? Angel lowers his gaze to the small cup he is holding once more, taking in the sight of the fresh blood within its confines.

It can't be, right?

Why would a human go as far as donating their own blood to help a devil? Humans were meant to hate devils. So why?

"... So stupid." He eventually caves in, lifting the sample cup to his lips to take the blood into his mouth. As Angel begins to slowly heal, he holds an expression of guilt. As the deep gashes and bruises heal, he continues to avoid eye contact with his monitor. Why is he feeling this way?