Don't get Devine wrong, he wasn't a good samaritan or those human rights activist.
He was definitely no hero. Never was a fan of great selfless men in history.
He actually hated those superhero movies because, they just makes him feel disgusted and get all cringing inside.
There's no where in hell someone would risk it all for a total stranger and feel satisfied. There's always a selfish reason behind.
If it's not because of showing off and it's not for one's duty and responsibility then, it's because, he hated that specific crime and has the adrenaline hormone for that.
And for him? He hated acting up crimes the most but, that day he did what surprised the prison and even himself. He got stabbed while protecting Vion before, he threw the knife in Vion's hands begging him to NOT fight and lose consciousness.
He knew that Vion could get away with anything inside that prison. He was like family to the people working there. Guards, doctors, nurses, chefs...
So, if the knife was found on him then the case will be closed just as fast.
"Why did you do that?" Asked Vion silently just after Devine spotted him sitting on a chair beside him. He was angry. No, he was furious but, he held it quite well.
A question he was asking himself indeed. Why?. Nobody was acting up in that fight. They wanted Vion dead. period.
Yes, they were close and can even be termed as friends but, how many friends ditch their alleged friends in time of need/gang war?. Not that Vion indicated that he needed him in any frame during the fight but, maybe he got tired of seeing him hurt.
Maybe he wanted to show him that he, Devine is totally in need of some Vion's presence in his life since, it was clear that the outside world fears and condemns him till tomorrow while, it's hatred and envy inside. He had nowhere.
"You could have died" Said Vion willing his eyes to faze gaze upon Devine's unfocused eyes. He was high on sleeping pills.
"I thought that was your long time wish" Joked Devine, smirking at Vion.
"Devine, I'm being serious here"
"And he knows my name, how cute"
"How do you feel right now?" Asked Vion after he sighed when, he realized there was just no way to show Devine how shaken up he was.
"Sorry for you" Replied Devine seriously.
"Do you wish to be dead that badly?" Threatened Vion, glaring down at the happy on pills fool laying there.
"You can arrange that, can't you?"
"No. I'd love to play with my food for a little while longer"
"So, what happened after I got myself stabbed?"
"I brought you here"
"You didn't fight for me?"
"You hate pain on others"
"When was this established?"
"Devine..."
"I know, I know... Next time..." Started Devine only to trail off due to a growl_maybe_a_snarl from Vion who wore the scariest humanly possible face.
"There won't be a next time on this!" Said Vion assuringly.
"Do you know how you look at the moment?" Asked Devine who in a strange sense of the world, Vion's angry face comforted him somehow.
"What?"
"Hot" Said Devine proudly, licking his dry lips before, adding "You look so fucking hot right now"