Agony of the Blood Commitment

"Alright. I'll perform the blood commitment."

"Thank you, Jack." Moisture started to build in one of Kims's eyes but he quickly whisked the tear away before it took form. "What should I do?"

"This won't take long, but I'll need your blood for this, at least a small bowlful."

A large mug appeared in Kims's hand. "Is this big enough?"

"Sure."

Not flinching, Kims placed the mug on the ground before him and he then looked to Jack with his arm extended. "Can you give me a hand?"

Without a word, Jack retrieved a knife and slashed Kims's wrist emotionlessly.

Blood trickled and flowed down Kims's lone hand, pooling in the wide mug below. Neither Kims nor Jack paid attention to each other or showed any emotion. Jack knew that Kims was more serious than ever and Kims felt no need to grovel or show pain for something he had begged to receive.

"That's enough."