Raphael flinched at the touch and withdrew from Sam, his eyes still closed as he focused on getting through the pain and not giving in. His grace was healing him, sure, but it was healing him slowly. He whined lightly behind the stitches and pressed his face into the ground. His mouth still tasted like Lazar's boot and he hated it.

Sam's words were about usual. Kid always thought everything was his fault, it was who he was. And a spiteful, tiny part of Raphael felt like it was. He knew he was just being petty though, he made the choices, he provoked and he paid the price. Sam didn't do this to him.

Being aware of that spiteful part of him knocked him out of himself somewhat and he forced his eyes open, looking at Sam. He wasn't looking much better either. Damn, what did Lazar do to him?