The blood on our hands today is the blood of our less determined colleagues, and that says something.

"As if that wasn't enough, all this blood all over the house," she said.

"No blood and no bodies," said Frost from the far end of the foyer.

"No blood on our hands this day," Cabrillo said with an obvious sigh of relief.

The blood will live -and try to crawl away from a hot needle, say!

"The eyes and the blood," said Marius to him softly.

"No blood on the handkerchief," he said to himself.

"Your blood," Requiem said, as if it was an everyday request.

The blood he'd washed from the cuff of his nightshirt said as much.

Not just your blood, Analisa, though that is sweet indeed," he said, reading the question in her eyes.