"I... did I..." But all Kid could do was stare at the wounded hand. It called to him... and at the same time, made him feel absolutely sick to the stomach. This couldn't be a dream, he felt it when his head hit the ground. And that sweet coppery taste that filled him so completely... one's senses didn't taste such richness in nightmares either.

"I'm sorry."

Getting up with a speed and strength that was at complete odds with his earlier condition, Kid threw down a smoke bomb and bolted out of the library.