I held out my shaking hand as you took the blade a slowly lifted it up. Once it touched my skin, a coldness shivered down my spine, rattling my bones. Blood spilt from my hand and replaced that coldness with warmth as you cut me with that blade. Once agin, you lifted it up and did the same to you. A look of pain crossed your face as blood spilt from your hand too. You looked up at me as you raised your hand up and out, I took you hand and slowly we shaked them as blood split out from both. Friend and friend, blood pack now.