Sam's words could mean multiple things, but at Initiate's claim, Psii returned his knife to his hip. Even if he didn't put much stock in the things he said, there was no reason he'd claim an attacker was an ally. He had to admit, it was strange seeing a troll of the paint calling for a cessation of violence. (And did he really have to bring up the diamond-studded past Psii didn't have? Really? Couldn't Psii just meet humans and have them see him for the asshole he was, instead of the asshole they thought he was? God.)

There wasn't time to waste circling each other. Psii started walking forward brazenly, eyeing Sam in case he got it into his head to stab him against Initiate's wishes anyway. Urgency made him reckless. He'd risked his life for less, for strangers, for assholes who didn't even deserve it.

"You haven't got shit," he said to Initiate. Now he could see his leg more clearly, and his stomach turned for the briefest moment. It had been a while since he'd seen something like this. He was getting soft. "Thtop moving. I have protein and human athpirin. Leave the firtht aid to people who aren't writhing in pain."

Psii had some faith in highblood physical resilience. With proper attention and enough food, Initiate could survive the amputation, even if the first efforts looked like a fucking two-bit hack job. Psii wasn't even sure if there was enough skin to close over the stump.