Kougaiji did exactly that, stayed still. He looked after Kikyo as the man moved, curiosity within the crimson of his gaze. His breathing was shallow as he tried not to move too much, the wound had probably been ripped open few more times while the freak had tossed him around, it didn't need to happen again.

"Thank you," he said silently, not sure if Kikyo or John would hear, but it seemed important to get it off his chest. His eyes were falling close, the world growing darker and darker.