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There's the black suited Kazuha again. Though it might be you hear here before you see her. Not that she's shouting this time. No, it's more the ragged breathing and the stumbling down the hall, mostly moving along with a hand against the wall. Sometimes gripping the light fixtures and turning to press her forehead against the wall and letting out a long, low keening sound, like a whine really. Her free arm is pressed against her stomach, looking almost in pain.

Though the most worrying fact is the large amount of blood on her face. Mostly it's on her face and slight smatterings on her neck and along the top of her shirt. It also seems her suit is oddly singed.

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Kazuha stumbled until she could grab onto Isabelline's arm. Words, words, words weren't important. There was food she could reach, right here, that's all that mattered, wasn't it?!

Those were her thoughts as she moved her mouth to Isabelline's arm, mouth opening. Just a bite, anything to stop this hunger, right...!

But wasn't it someone from home?

And Kazuha freezes halfway, but should someone even entertain the thought of someone eating another person, it might still be obvious what she was about to do. It was only the fact Kazuha long since resolved to protect those from her world she's managing to stop herself at all.

It couldn't be…

It couldn't be, could it? No matter how Sabra La Tau was, it… That couldn't happen, could it? It wouldn't. Nobody would, not ever. The idea of it was too much, too disgusting. Isabelline, in that moment, as Kazuha opened her mouth and leaned down, almost couldn't believe she'd even thought about it.

The next moment saw her jerking her arm back quickly. "Alright," she said, forcefully, pushing away the horror. She moved to grab Kazuha by the forearms. "I don't know what's going on, but—talk to me, Kazuha-san, please. Tell me what I can do to help you!" Kaito's warnings, her team's warnings, rang in the back of her mind.

"Queen. Food. Now," Kazuha said, jerking back from Isabelline. No, too close. If she's too close it gets too tempting and it's bad and she can only hope she knows about Queen, knows what that Judge can do.

Not Isabelline, not someone from home, anyone else, but not someone from HOME.

Unfortunately, she had no idea.

Fortunately, she could take a hint. Isabelline stepped back obligingly. "I don't know where the kitchen is, but in a place like this… There's bound to be one! We just have to find it." She stepped back again, then half-turned, inviting Kazuha to walk with her.

'Walking wasn't so much the word as very hurried stumbling that would be running if she just hadn't gone through two revivals, one from incineration, and lingering affects of a soul punch and a drugging. And trying to keep as far from Isabelline as she moved as possible.

Why did she has to smell so good?

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