You show up at his door, clutching your side, badly injured. "I'm sorry," you say, "I dont have anywhere else to go." He stares at you for a moment, expression guarded, and crosses his arms. For a moment, there is nothing but tense silence between the two of you. Then, he ushers you in, supporting some of your weight as you are too injured to make it any farther on your own. I'm still your enemy he clarifies stifly in the silence that follows I just can't kill you if you're already dead.
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