[Caliborn laughs maniacally, even while he finds himself stripping off his shirt and bandaging up the wound, without much thought that he's basically making his sister topless. It's not like they have anything particularly mammalian to worry about, at least.]
Her body? Wrong. It's my body. I won control over it. She's fucking dead. Or she should be. Because here she was. Prancing around. Making "friends." Having a little living space. Far away from me? A cheater, to the very end.
The blood may be green. But. It's still. Mine. [He emphasizes it by tightening the knot with his teeth.]