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Snapping back to reality, Kalore caught the shoe, shocked still but the shock wasn’t doing anything for him. Shaking his head, he soon walked over to the man, the light seeming to radiate from him as it caught his hair, matted from the two weeks of travel but beautiful nonetheless. “Monty… I’m not going to kill you.” He didn’t know what it was that he was going to do but… “Do you have anything medical here? You’re… You’re still hurt.” Kalore wanted to scream. This was Monty. He didn’t know why he was there, he didn’t know how he was alive, but it was him. He was hurt as well, though, and he was going to need to help him; somehow. Some way, he’d help him. Even if it wasn’t wanted.

At the lash, Kalore moved back before glaring and kicking at the door, “No!” After all of this, he wasn’t going to leave. Opening the door, the man glared at the other, daggers coming from his eyes as he shook his head again. Walking up to him, anger was obvious as Kalore snapped again, shoving the larger demon. “You’ve been gone… for months! You had us all thinking that you were dead! And now you want me to leave? After just now finding you? Hell no!” His voice was raising as disbelief and shock was replaced with livid rage. How could Monty do this to all of them? He probably hated Kalore but… damn it, even Gambler was distraught over the b*****d.

Stepping back out of the way, anger continued to mask any sense that Kalore had until he heard his name from the other’s lips. So he knew who he was… Glaring more, he knelt down, forcing Monty up as he held him by his shirt. The other may be in pain but that didn’t matter at the moment. He could rest later. At that moment he had nothing more to do other than explain how in the world he was there, alive. “Go away? Sorry, but that’s not happening. You had everyone screwed over, Monty. How the hell are you even alive?” His eyes were narrowed as Kalore kept the other there, more than willing to have a repeat of the elevator, only this time he was the one that was in better shape of the two.

Clutching his stomach, Kalore was tempted to just attack him again but he heard the grinding sound, could easily hear every pained movement and he had to stop. With a soft curse, he glared at the other before moving past him, grabbing two blankets and placing them on the ground on top of each other near Monty. Pointing to it, he continued to glare, “Get on it before he throw you there.” The hard floor was a bad idea for someone that had bone problems and obviously the annoying demon was hurt. He wasn’t going to move him too badly but… Kalore could just knock the b*****d out or something. That would work so that he could do what he needed to and even get out some anger. It was a win-win situation. For him, at least.

Kalore scoffed, “You never seemed to mind me touching you before, you lying b*****d.” Glaring at him, he soon was sitting across from the demon, uncaring at what the other was attempting to do. “Your leg is hurt and you’re in pain, Monty. I can help heal you but if you’re going to be difficult then I can just wait for you to pass out or something. It’s not like I’m short on time or anything.” His eyes were cold as he watched Monty, surprisingly feeling more anger against the demon than he had thought that he would. Did Kalore miss him? Yes… he did… but he’d probably admit to that when the demon wasn’t being such a demon. Until then, the hugs could wait until after he got Monty doing something other than groaning and bitching.

Kalore twitched some, “Eri’s dead, Monty. He’s not my precious Eri and I know that it wasn’t you that did any of that to me. It is you that apparently terrified me when we all thought that you died but no, here you are, staying at some quaint little cottage in the middle of freaking nowhere.” Snapping at the other, Kalore scoffed before kicking at the other’s hands, hard enough to break something if Monty didn’t quite. Seeing as he was already pretty immobile, the elf was tempted to just make it a permanent thing… but no, he wasn’t going to do that… for now, at least.

Falling to his back and forced to cover his ears, the man closed his eyes tightly before he kicked out at the other, aiming for his jaw. “You b*****d! Tell me if you’ll think straight when someone comes in and tries to f*cking burn you alive! I figured out that it wasn’t you long before I even got out of that place but they took me, damnitt! I was brainwashed and even then I figured it out!” Kalore punched the other’s jaw, aiming right where his kick had landed before. “I figured it out, I wanted to talk to you, and then you f*cking die on me! No… not die…” Glaring more at him, Kalore was now yelling at the other, taking another step forward. “You make everyone think that you’re dead! Make everyone have a funeral for you that I had to sneak into to get to because Gambler banned me from it, and then you end up being all fine here? Alive? Don’t act as though I’m the b*****d here because you’ve got me beat by miles, Monty!”