A hand clasped my own and I felt warm liquid gush over my hand, pumping out with every beat of his heart. The mind I was walking in reacted to the pain and shock, and the pain slammed into my head as if the blade were killing me. I ripped myself out of his mind, flinching and letting go of the stiletto, blood pouring into the cauldron. Would his death have taken me too? I shuddered at the thought, having little pity over the goblin who was bleeding out in front of me.