Okita envied him. Kenshin looked up, eyes widening slightly, before they met the other swordsman's and he nodded in acknowledgment. Their fight wasn't over--far from it--but he hoped they'd come to...some sort of understanding. Maybe, in a few days, they'd be able to talk again without battling it out. They were more alike than they were different, in many ways.

With Okita gone, the rurouni turned to his friends. He knew he'd worried Sano, and there was really no telling what Yuffie thought of him now. She'd seen a part of him that he hadn't wanted her to.

Sano first. "What would you like this one to say?" he asked mildly, trying to smile. It was hard, with the blood still pumping out of his shoulder. It was starting to dry on his shirt, heavy and sticky. Blood always felt the same, whether it was someone else's or his own.

The smile that Yuffie got was a bit more genuine. He understood why Sano had done...that, but it was still kind of hilarious. Especially right now. In spite of everything that had happened, Sano was still Sano and Yuffie was still Yuffie.

"You don't look that much better yourself. Honestly, you needn't worry about this one. His life isn't in danger, and the bleeding's already starting to slow. Save your energy."