I hadn’t watched the streets that keenly, but adrenaline somehow sharpened my memory.
“How bad is the blood flow?” I said. “Do you need something to press it with?”
“I’m okay,” he said for the billionth time, and he seemed as frustrated saying it as I was hearing it. “And who exactly is self-sacrificing here? You know nothing about volyrs but go straight up against one.”
“A child’s life is worthier than mine,” I said. He stared at me unflinchingly, not affected by his wound what-so-ever. “What about you? You let that thing stab you.”
“Do you expect me to say your life is worthier than mine?”
I scowled. “No. You know how angry I am because you did that?” I stomped on the accelerator and swerved the other cars.
“It’s true, though,” he said. “All those lives out there, including yours,
