Yes, extreme blood loss might very well explain idiotic and dim-witted behavior, Kikyo thought to himself. That still didn't excuse the man's attitude problem, but that was beside the point.

Kikyo cradled Kougaiji's head in his lap, his fingers brushing gently through his crimson locks. The boy was stubborn, he knew this much. But why would he risk so much, with a body already so injured? He could tell from that morning that he was gravely wounded before the fresh injuries inflicted this night.

"It appears then, your clever weaponry was not so sharp as you may have wished," he said with a dark smile.