"I don't care. . ."

Latan finally makes it, and slides down to a sitting position while Raglan lays down by him. Still looking loopy, he waves to you. "Hi."

I sigh and shift into my dragon form head on talons in anger and annoyance.

Sibnele's clutching the knife like it's his only friend, facing away from you.

Latan's head lolls. "Ow," he says, moving his hand to his stomach.

Raglan pulls his hand away. Don't touch that. You'll bleed to death if that's gone.

I stared at the ground my eyes blank and void and empty.

Latan taps you. "What's wrong?" He winces as he leans forward. "Oh, ow, ow, ow. . ."

Idiot, that involves moving around, Raglan scolds.

Sibnele mutters something.

My eyes flick to Latan still voidless circles stare at him.

"Are you okay?" Latan asks, face glazed with numb pain.

Sibnele laughs to himself

I nod and sigh again I glare at Sibnele but it wasnt an angry glare more of frustration.

"Okay." Latan leans back and sighs. "Man, I always thought the second time he killed me would be different."

I look back at Latan confused.