~Tavros~
His breathing was slow and even, very different than how it was before. He somewhat blanked out when Gamzee arrived, only coming back to see he was in the room with Gamzee wrapping his wounds. He was dizzy from the amount of blood he lost, and only picked up a few things his Matesprit was saying. He understood the jest of it, most of it being about revenge and how he was okay now. Tavros, being the kind soul he was, frowned upon revenge. He felt no matter how mean people were or how much harm they caused, they still had a good side to them, and he knew they didn't deserve anything bad to happen to them. When he heard Gamzee speak of this he only shook his head and mumbled his response, struggling to stay awake.
"Gamzee, don't say that... I'm fine, we don't need to get revenge on them..."
He knew the other troll would disagree and want to harm them anyways, but he figured it was worth a try in talking him out of it. He wouldn't lie to himself though, what they did was really mean. The pain he felt was excruciating, and it felt like he was dying. He thought he was dead until Gamzee showed up, and probably would be if he hadn't appeared to save the day in fact. But still, he tried to tell himself he didn't want revenge on the trolls who hurt him. They were just lost in a world of hate; they made that obvious with the reasons they attacked him.