Duo turned his head up, feeling like he had a hangover. Sluggish and with even cracking his eyes open he felt sick. He just lay there with the last of his energy hanging by a thread. He didn't make a noise as he listened to the spell, feeling a strange swirling sensation as new blood gushed through him.

"Put up more of a fight... you'd like that." He just curled up more, bringing his folded hands to his forehead. New blood or not he was still so weak, his stomach clenching.

"Why should I play into your hand? Tell me that?"