The daemon looked at the needles and fluids inside them. He was unsure if such implements would actually work on a newly empowered version of himself, but he placed his faith in Ekkehardt's professionalism and knowledge. He was a man who did his homework. Prepared. And was always used to taking on threats that might be stronger. And throughout all of this, he still existed, still carried on, more successful than most. Even if Valvatorez had unease about himself... there was none in his friend, and he pushed away the nagging concerns in favor of trust.

"Thank you, my friend. I know that I have essentially asked you to move the world in case this goes wrong. And something that might come at personal injury in more ways than one. The gravity of this isn't lost on me. ...So thank you. For everything."

Removing the stopper from the blood bag, he held it closer to his mouth, the smell of the blood causing his nostrils to flare up.

"...Be ready to act fast. If things go wrong, my Tyrant self will not give you a second chance."