Well, there were a lot of removed limbs. And eyes. Only one kill. Ah, there.
[his hand surges blue, and he presses his hand to Dexter's wrist. It feels like your hand's just fallen asleep something fast - the bloodflow slowwws down. He screws the top of the lid onto the jar]
I don't have a way to close that up. Get it bandaged, and I'll let up the flame.