"Well..." He started fishing for an answer. "You saved my life for starts..." He knew it wasnt it though. It was that part inside him, that despite his father was still there. The part within him that wanted to be human, and look after humans. The part of him that wanted to do good, and ask nothing in return. He stared down at your wounds in almost complete silence. He hadnt even adresses his own bullet wouds yet, ad one was from a sniper! His bloodied hands hovered over your second wound, and he seemed a bit lost in thought.