"Prove it! I've been injured 12 times because of you. 13 is an unlucky number... I don't want to die on the 13th Satoshi... I don't want anyone to die because of us..." I sobbed, no longer trying to get him off me, my grip on the stapler loosening.
"Oh yeah? Count those 12 times I tried to kill you!" He said, still attempting to grab the stapler. "Staple, staple, stapleeeee!" He laughed in a horribly strange way, blood still pouring out of his eyes.
"Fine. When you shot me from the sky, made me fall from a tree, teleported, opened my cut, stabbed me, broke my arm, attacked me 3 times in this room, drained my blood, choke me, and ripped my stitches."
"Oh... umm..." He said, still attempting to take the stapler. "Well... teleporting didn't hurt you!" He growled, his eyes flickering black as he attempted to grab the stapler again, black blood dripping out of his palms, and the symbol on the back of his hand.
"Huh?" He said, still trying to grab the stapler. "Well I didn't know!" He growled, staring at her wings for a while, wildly grabbing at the air, attempting to get the stapler while staring at her wings, a look of concern on his face.
Satoshi quickly put the stapler in his pocket, staring at Angel. He began to cry, red tears streaming down his face. Ugh... I should've just shut up and not tried to take the stapler... He growls in his mind. "I-I'm... s-sorry..." He said, holding back another flood of tears.
"Because... well..." He smiled. "Why would I? I don't want to hurt you that badly..." He said, removing the staple from his eye, the red gory mess blinking a little, the other eye blinking too, but happily.