[While Gamzee's reeling, Equius staggers to his feet, swaying just a bit where he stands. His hand hurts, but it's just one more hurt among the many. He examines it, of course, giving the wound a curious little lick, tasting the strange new blood. Not a bad taste, but it's hardly the ambrosia Gamzee seems to think his new blood is.]

Why, isn't that droll? [He snorts, watching Gamzee lap up his blood with amusement] Have you replaced one addiction for another? Would you like me to hit you again? Get the blood really flowing...