*He can't stop looking down at that lifeless corpse, the man's teary eyes forever unseeing--yet so accusatory at the same time. --"Why? Malba..."--
"...-ey, Malba. Malba?..." And then there was another voice. Though it was distant, barely even decipherable over the rain and wind.
He... Malba let out a soft moan, struggling to focus on... Wait, his eyes were closed, he... A dream. Another dream. Of course it was. Jinya would never look at him like that, never...*
Nngh... D-damn... *The hybrid lets out a soft whimper, struggling to fully pull himself from that hazy state of sleep. It's difficult. His skin is hot, his body aching and throbbing terribly. He finally succeeds in cracking open his watery eyes, only to wince--quickly closing them one more. Yeah. He didn't feel so great. At all.*