"No need," he interrupted her, his voice deep. "You'll do."
"But..."
"No buts."
Lissy Lock bit her lip tighter, her hand hovering two centimeters from John Fame's wound, still shaking slightly.
John Fame asked softly, "Are you quite afraid of blood?"
"Well...I'm okay..." she answered, "I don't know what's wrong with me today, maybe because I just saw your wound, and it was a bit a shock…"
"What's so shocking?"
Lissy Lock moistened her dry lips: "I always thought that a person like you wouldn't sustain such severe injuries. You not hurting others is already commendable."
John Fame felt his mood suddenly uplifted, and a small smile appeared on his lips: "I'm also human."
"Yes, but you are superior to others," Lissy Lock responded naturally, "this man who dared to order others to shoot, I think, with your personality, he is headed for a grim end."
"Indeed."
