This was not supposed to be crack at first. That is all.
A vial of liquid, thought to be holy, was dangling in front of Sebastian's face. He had been shot, he had been stabbed and he had survived; he pitied the man that believed a few drops of water would even slightly wound him.
The look of hope on the man's face was saddening as he saw the blank look on Sebastian's face, thinking that he would maybe make it out alive.
Sebastian smiled, baring teeth. He took the vial and crushed it, along with the man's hope of survival.
Not really. The water turned out to be actually holy and it burned Sebastian's hand. The man escaped as he cursed himself for being stupid. It would take a whole week to grow another hand.