"I need it, Duke," Wade was saying, eyes staring past Duke towards the blood on Octavia's arm. "Please." The silver had faded now, and he started for Octavia, only to be shoved back by Duke.

"Wade, stop!"

"I need it." He kept trying to get around Duke, so Duke grabbed up the knife, careful of the blood still on the blade.

"I said stop!" Duke's voice broke faintly. "Don't make me do this, Wade, I'll kill you if I have to!"

Wade finally tore his eyes off Octavia and looked at Duke. "I know."

And he charged.