[Eichi's fingers move a little as he tests his wrists, the ax still in hand before his attention goes to the IVs hooked up to him, and the oxygen mask on his face. He's careful, but all them are removed, one after another, and he crawls out of bed, his chest heaving with the effort.]

You get to the count of ten.

True to my word, I'll stay my hand, here and now. [He laughs, low and dangerous.] But I'm hungry. And you're so very edible.