"Ouch! Dude, can't you take it a bit easy?" cried Braig and glared at Dilan.

"I would if it would just fit." Dilan answered through clenched teeth. "Hold still!"

"I am still! OW! God, I knew I should've gone to someone else, you suck at this."

"You should be happy I'm doing this at all. I could just leave you to deal with your own problems, you know."

"So then," Braig grinned. "Why don't you? ... Motherfucking OUCH!" he yelled and jumped up from the chair while nearly growling at Dilan who had poked the wound on the gunman's face, rather hard and no doubt intentionally. "Why'd ya do that for?"

Dilan looked up at Braig, not moving from his own chair. "Braig," he said slowly, as if talking to a child. "I'm trying to treat your wounds, sit down until I'm done."

"No way, as if!" Braig crossed his arms and looked at the guard defiantly, very much like a child.

Dilan sighed and looked away from the gunman . "You want to get back at the ones who did it don't you?"

"I'm in."

Dilan looked up at the quick reply and found his face an inch away from Braig's menacing grin.

"C'mon, let's get this over with so I can go kick that old coot's butt!"

Rolling his eyes inwardly, Dilan continued the task of patching up his now one-eyed friend. "You really think you'd be able to beat him, don't you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Well, duh, he's like... seventy plus or something, I'd beat the crap outta him before he even knew what hit him."

This time Dilan did roll his eyes, causing Braig to glare at him.

"What? You don't think I can do it?"

"No, I don't. There, all done." Dilan leaned back from the other who stood up to check on himself in a mirror.

His right eye, the one that Keyblade wielder had hit, was covered by a bandage and the quite nasty looking wound on his left cheek, which had been caused by the same Bladekey-or-whatever kid, had been hidden beneath a gigantic white bandaid. "I look..."

"Ridiculous?" Dilan added helpfully.

"Pretty much." Braig agreed and got ready to teleport to where Xehanort was.

"You can't do it."

Dilan's statement made the gunman turn and grin. "We'll see about that."

Damnit, he'll never let me hear the end of this, Braig thought miserably when arriving at the castle after his failed attempt at getting back at Master Xehanort.

Dilan, slouched comfortably on a couch, glanced over his shoulder as the gunman appeared. Upon seeing the look of denying-defeat on the bandaged face he smirked and turned his head forward again, looking at nothing in particular.

Braig silently made his way over to an armchair and sat down, leaning his head back and closing his one, brown eye.

"I told you you couldn't do it."

"Shut up."