Victor smiled up at Elywen and took the rags from her. "I can do it. I've gotten hurt before." He quickly took the rags and wrapped them tightly between his armpit and shoulder, making a loop that soaked up the dark blood seeping from the sound. The church spun a little as a wave of dizziness flooded his brain in a bright flash. He put his hand to his forehead and sighed as he tried to blink away the dizziness. He knew he had lost some blood, but he didn't think it would affect him this much. He rested his head onto the wooden bench and closed his eyes.

"Miss Elywen, it seems like you know this place." He kept his eyes closed but his ears open, wondering if it was true. He opened his eyes and looked through her. "I came here as a child, starving, and was saved. I really don’t remember, though. I assume you have been here before by your knowledge of the rag's location." He coughed a little, shifting slightly in his seat. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

Victor shifted his gaze over to En and rolled his eyes. "Mr. Creep, can we just start over? I mean, I'm willing to put our past aside in light of our...situation. Whatever problems you have with me, just say them. I need to trust you.” He felt the wood of the pew giving under his weight, and Victor quickly slid onto the marble floor, hitting his head on the way down. “DAMNIT!” He yelped, grasping his skull. He looked up at En and jerked on a smile. “I always seem to make a fool of myself in front of you.”