The energy rushes through him, hot and smoothing away the sting of the wound, closing it with a scab, better than fresh blood by a long way. Taiki is extremely grateful.

But this was happening all over camp? People were being attacked. Worry gnaws in him, worry for his friends for those he had rescued.

Jingyi is right. This is no place for him. He can be nothing but a burden here in this camp that smells so strongly of blood, a smell that is only getting stronger.

People will get hurt, people will get killed. "I know..." His voice is tight. He hates leaving, hates that people are in danger and he will go and hide.

Hates that this is happening at all. "I'll... The train. I'll go back."