[Espy]

With one hand one the ladder, Dante glanced back. "For...?" Sensing that the man might actually be in trouble, the bounty hunter sighed, heaved the gunman off his shoulder, sat him against the wall, and reached for the full syringe of Water. He jabbed the needle in slightly above the heart and emptied the contents. Tossing the container to one side, he rummaged through his medkit, brought out a roll of bandage, sighed again, and starting wrapping up the now-healing wounds. It was a messy job since his vision was slowly fading, but it would have to suffice for now; at least he wouldn't bleed to death externally now, although whether the Water had been enough to fully mend the damage inside was still a mystery to Dante.

"There. I've paid you back in part."