[Zelos doesn't really care if his wounds get infected or he becomes sick. Dying would be pretty nice. He's only doing this because he's the only Chosen now. There's no one left to pass the job to, or so he was told. He really doesn't understand that well what's going on, but then again he barely cares either.

Moving his hand as urged he drags in a breath to keep from making any sounds. He's been hurt badly before, but this is taking the cake. His friends really didn't take betrayal lightly.]

I wouldn't say that. I'm not sure you're not my enemy either. [He says as this random stranger kindly bandages him. What was the definition of "gratitude" again? He always has trouble remembering that one. Reaching out he does touch bloody fingers to Midare's cheek though, trying to turn the kid's face to get a better look.] You do look like her though. And I suppose kind of like me. And we both look like the guy I hate most so I guess it's good to say you do every time you look in a mirror.

[Said so casually... Yeah you just happen to look like a guy he can never ever forgive and would love to see dead, Midare. NO BIG.]