Midnighter has never known when to leave well enough alone. He comes on strong and outstays his welcome. Blood blossoming out of his shoulder, the fabric ripped almost entirely off, he doesn't seem much bothered. If anything, he's invigorated, grinning like a maniac on a dapple grey stallion three times his size. He catches up to his erstwhile companion, and holds something out-- the broken, bloody spear that pierced his shoulder moments ago.

"Don't say I never get you anything."