I accept the handkerchief from Etienne with a small nod of thanks, wiping the blood from my hands and doing a brief inspection of the wounds. Not too bad. I've certainly had worse in my time as an honorary Samurai.

"Etienne, what... what double? What are you..." I'm about to ask him some questions that are foremost in my mind, but then Takeru...

"Take-chan," I shout at him, my voice serious and maybe just a little stern. I stomp my foot, and grab at him to keep him from running away. My blood, not flowing ass freely now, but still coming, smears his arm when I grab him tight, and I don't let go. "Don't you dare run away from this. Don't you dare run away from anything."