Xigbar sighed softly, already familiar with Demyx's arguments. It was probably not something they were ever gonna see eye to eye on exactly. "Yeah, but if you get killed now, you ain't never gonna get your heart back. You really wanna die like this? Idiot." Xigbar flicked the centre of his forehead lightly, before he tossed the wet cloth on the table, reaching for the med kit. Digging through the box, he unearthed the bottle of antiseptic, waving it in Demyx's face. "You better not cry, okay?"