[Walking again tonight. She's torn in two. It's been days and she hasn't killed, or even really fought with anyone, so it's been getting unbearable-- until she was at the beach this evening and ended up thinking of Kokutou. Which piled some uneasy feeling over that restlessness-- Shiki wonders if it's what's called guilt-- right up on top of it, so she left and started her wanderings early.
Taking a life out of pent-up frustration would be natural, but the twisting in her gut tells her that it will stop her before she can bring the knife down. So she walks all night, until she can sleep or something forces her hand on the matter]