light the match to taste the heat

I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes

"Then we'll be in the Grounds," Danta says, his own tone one of obviously. "Where there's a gigantic bonfire for us to burn it in - if it even gets as far as the Inner Quarter. Not to mention the Spire, which I happen to know has a hulking great cannon in it that we can use to blow it to Halo and back." And you know what - the Maverick is pretty proud that he's remembered all of that, given that both his hands are currently dripping with Asta's blood where he's trying to stem the flow from his arm and collarbone.

"Not really the time," he snaps, clearly taking the wrong information from the use of his full name. "Fuck sake, Asta - you need to see a healer or something." Clearly what the other man has done is beyond Danta's mediocre first aid skills, doubly so since they're in the middle of the jungle and there's nothing and no one around to help.

Dantalion