[Holds tightly to him, in turn, nails digging into his shoulders but still not breaking the skin. He bites his lip, hard, forehead pressed against his shoulder and feeling like every sense is going into overdrive again. That woman's blood helped keep that in check, for a little while at least - he needed more. Or just blood. Maybe anybody's blood would help. It's hard to think straight beyond the desire for blood, beyond just holding Kamui and keeping him close.]
It shouldn't. [But it is. And he can't stop it, despite his best efforts. He shudders a little, eyes clenched shut, trying to block out all the smells and sounds, overwhelming to him more than ever.] I don't...
I want to tear them all apart. [His nails dig in deeper into Kamui's shoulders.] All of them. It's taking everything not to... I don't...