"Not really as a conscious choice," John admits. God, he finds he wants to try, though. Danny had torn his throat open and it had fixed itself up, but maybe Armand could do enough damage to really keep him gone a while.

But thinking about Danny means he has to acknowledge all the reasons he shouldn't do something like that, a speck of heat in the empty void. John shrugs a loose shoulder: "I'd prefer all my blood stay where it is right now, though, please. If you want to keep your pretty nails."