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Mitsu's eyes were hollow and unfocused as she made her way down the hallway with Shun on her back. The prognosis from the nurse had been less than favorable. While she had been able to heal the wound there was nothing she had been able to do for Shun's eye. The damage had been too great.

Trying not to let on how distraught this news made her Mitsu waited patiently for Nurse Cricket to do what she could before they were released. At least she didn't ask many questions, it wasn't uncommon for students to appear in a bloody mess.

Mitsu was allowed to help wrap Shun's injury, shown the best way to tend to it for later and given extra bandages before they were sent on their way. Bundling up what she could the lycan had hefted Shun up onto her back to carry him and now there she was, standing staring at the door to his room barely registering that they were finally back.

It seemed to take a new moments before she fished the key out and unlocked the door and made her way inside. With a slow steady pace she made her way to the bed where she finally stopped and eased Shun down.

"If y-y-you want to take your s-s-shirt off I'll grab a warm wash cloth to c-clean us up." She was trying not to stutter but it was hard to avoid. It was either stutter or just break down and cry and now was not the time for that.

Her eyes couldn't seem to leave the floor. They were focused like she had trouble just lifting her head. She had just started to turn and head to the bathroom when Shun spoke. Instantly her ears fell back her body going a little stiff and rigid. In truth, she wasn't fine, she wasn't holding up, what she had seen today was something she had never fathomed she would have to witness let alone encourage in her own silent way. Mitsu felt she might as well have been the one to draw the dagger across the Hunter's throat...and yet the person who had done it was right behind her. It wasn't that she blamed Shun, she could see the need but she almost felt there could have been another way.

That and his injury, was there nothing she could have done? Perhaps if she hadn't been so cautious and managed to land another blow the Hunter would have went down well before Shun's attack. Maybe if she'd tried harder when she had hit him she would have managed to take him down. If she had been more attentive, or maybe if she had forced Shun to go back sooner like she had tried to. Maybe those few minutes could have meant all the difference.

"I'm f-fine.." She said before she continued walking and disappeared into the bathroom and out of sight.

Her movements were almost mechanical reaching for a wash cloth and turning on the tap to run some hot water. While she waited Mitsu finally bothered to lift her head and at probably the worst possible moment. What greeted her in the mirror was a person she didn't recognize. She looked older, eyes worn from what she had seen, a streak of blood along her cheek from where Shun had tried to comforter and splatters of blood from Stacey. There was even a lone bloody feather in her hair which Mitsu was quick to fish out and drop like it was a hot iron.

The panic started to settle in then and Mitsu threw the wash cloth under the scolding hot water and scrubbed. She rubbed away the evidence on her skin until her flesh was pink with irritation and even then she felt like she wasn't clean.

Leaning against the counter Mitsu stared wide eyed at the blood running down the drain taking deep quick breaths. What could she have done differently? Would Shun have even listened? And would letting the Hunter go have really caused them more problems then they already had? It was too late to ask. Too late to do anything differently.

What felt like a long time after Mitsu finally emerged from the bathroom with the damp wash cloth. Her expression was blank as she made her way back over to the bed and sat beside Shun without a word and began to tend at the smaller wounds by gently wiping them clean. The area around her eyes looked a little puffy like it often did when she cried but the evidence of tears were not there.

Even as Shun pointed out the obvious Mitsu continued to quietly tend to his wounds. Gently she scrubbed away the splatters of blood until finally she spoke again. "I...don't want to talk about it."

That was all she said, her voice as exhausted as she looked. It had really been a trying day both physically and especially mentally. Was she the only one having this much trouble? No, probably not. Israfel had fought until he was finally forced out the door. Mitsu hadn't been sure enough of her stance...did it make her weak to just stand by and let what she felt was wrong happen? More than likely. And some of the others had voted no. No doubt they were troubled with the outcome...but they hadn't been there to watch.

When Mitsu said she hadn't wanted to talk about it she had actually meant she didn't want to talk at all. She was tired and exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lock herself in the bathroom so she could drop the jack damn facade she was putting on and cry until she went to sleep.

She paused in cleaning at his words, finally pulling away as her eyes turned back to the floor. "I d-don't know who I am anymore. This...isn't me. I voted...." She trailed off then taking a deep struggled breath. "I...know the reasoning but there might have been another way."

Mitsu finally turned her head up then looking Shun in the face, her gaze instantly going to his injured eye. The tears started to well up then but didn't fall as a hand rose to gently rest against his cheek. "And I w-wasn't there to prevent this. I wasn't there to help Hel...I'm not...doing a very g-good job protecting anyone."

Mitsu held her hand in place even after Shun pulled away. Her fingers slowly curled in on air before she drew back, her gaze falling to her lap. She said nothing more but instead sighed softly. It didn't seem she would be so easily convinced.

His question was also met with silence. Long drawn out silence as the mental struggle played across Mitsu's face. "I....I really don't know. I know it wouldn't have mattered no matter what I put but it wouldn't have made me feel any better to put no, knowing it would happen." She tried to explain. "Like I said...I understand the reasoning I don't want more of us to disappear, more of us to suffer and be weaponized. He knew names and faces and it was a greater risk to let him go than killing him but..." That's when the tears finally started. "But..." She couldn't seem to press passed that word, the dam holding back her emotions had broken.

She sniffled loudly rising off the bed. "Y-y-you should rest. Y-you need your sleep to feel better." Her voice was wavering and off as she leaned forward to press a kiss to Shun's forehead before pulling back ready to retreat to the bathroom and shut the door.

Despite how quiet Shun might have intended his words to be they still reached Mitsu's ears. Those ears fell back as she looked toward her reaper. Maybe it was true, maybe he was no good for her. A smarter person might have left, found someone safer to be with but Mitsu could just as easily leave him as she could split her soul in half. It just wasn't possible, not mentally or physically. She still loved him, despite everything.

"That's...not what I want to hear right now..." She admitted softly before she turned and quickly retreated to the bathroom. The door was closed and Mitsu pressed her back against it before sliding to the floor. There she was overwhelmed by everything at once. She looked to her hands that were covered in traces of blood from Shun's wounds and felt that blood would never wash away.

The tears flowed heavily as she curled in on herself, her hands gripping her head almost painfully tight. The sobbing started soon after, deep heart wrenching sobs that let the hours of pent of emotion flood out. Mitsu was a mess and it was going to take a while of crying before she could even think of putting the pieces of herself back together again to see what was missing.

It was an hour before the sobbing finally subsided and the room was plunged into silence. It was another couple of hours after that the door to the bathroom finally opened and the lycan made her way out. Her top and pants had been removed, she couldn't handle the sight of Stacey's blood any longer. The clothes currently were stuffed into the small trashcan in Shun's bathroom. They would likely never see her room again.

On light feet she padded her way across the floor to Shun's bed and silently slipped under the covers. She said nothing but cuddled close, placing a hand at the side of his head to pull him closer to hold.

Gently Mitsu pulled Shun close enough so that his head was resting by her chest. There she cuddled him while stroking his hair. "Me too...I'm sorry too."

Shun had done what he thought was best and Mitsu couldn't even hold it together. Not indefinitely anyway. She had kept from breaking down in front of the others but the end result was once she was behind closed doors her emotions would get the best of her.

"Just rest for now," She said softly, her own exhaustion unwilling to claim her. Likely she would stay awake until her body finally forced her into sleep and that would be when the nightmares began.