"Half of us would've let that kid die cause it was Tuesday and they felt like it, you know that. We're kinda sailing on busted moral compasses here." Ah, success. Xigbar drew back the wet cloth from the portal, gripping Demyx's chin again, holding his head steady, first cleaning the blood off of his cheek, before moving up, patting the cut lightly to clean it. "I don't care what you do, just don't get yourself killed out there."