[He follows instructions, turning around - it's clear that if it was even a tiny bit deeper it would be a bad cut, but by some miracle it's just barely not. Possibly something to do with the magic the thing was using to transfer injuries, possibly due to his own defenses. It could be said that his body knows better than to get hurt if possible - his physical aether tends to stick together better than most.]

[The question has him tilt his head. It's... a strange question to him, but maybe it wouldn't be if he were more of a lonely man.]

Because I care about them. I carea about other people. Myself? I'm... used to being put in danger. Cut, burnt, beaten... even if I'm not directly fighting a monster I'm the one people look to first to throw into harm's way because I've pulled situations out of bad places before. I could say no... but then someone else would get hurt and the situation probably wouldn't even get resolved.