John was hunched over, cupped his split lip. Yet his expression did not change. His attitude was the same calm, collected self. He turned once more to Eclipse "Least you have a meal when you finally go off the deep end" He spit out blood and eyed the Warlock. It was an unmistakable look. One of not anger but hunger. He saw the aura burn around him, the Light was coiled around the Exo like a serpent, giving it life and power. He felt the weight of his dying Ghost in his satchel, and he felt the hunger claw to him. A voice spoke in his head. "[b]Take it. Take what you need to restore her. He's doomed but she may still live. But you need more Light.[/b]" The voice was mostly quiet but he still eyed the previous Ghost. Who deserved the Light more? One who would waste it by staying near an agent of Darkness or someone who has walked in the Light for centuries? He shook his head to clear his thoughts but the hunger still remained. "When Eclipse is ripping you open and drinking your Light like some sweet nectar, remember that you could have avoided this." He straightened up again but his wounds did not heal. Normally, a Ghost would have restored him but circumstances prevented that.