Panic was taking over. It didn't matter that he'd just watched this woman bash someone's skull in like a pinata, it didn't matter that she was fighting for the enemy. What mattered is that he had let rage consume him - and he'd nearly killed someone without even knowing it. He stepped back away from her and relinquished the pressure he'd used to keep her struggling limbs pinned down with his own body.
What happened if he woke up next time with a senshi in a strangle hold? Would he crush Nemesis' skull as quickly as she had that man's? As his terror escalated, so did the familiar feeling of nausea - a symptom of the horror. Sweat peppered his forehead not just from the physical exertion, but also the feverish mania that was sweeping over him as surely as the rage had.
His balled fist relaxed just long enough to reach down the front of her corset and claim the starseed she'd stolen, though he took considerably less pleasure from it now that she was slumped against the wall, half-conscious. Once it was protected in his curled fist, he turned away from her and began to walk out of the alley.
"Don't do that again."
It was hard to say if the threat was directed at her, or himself, but he didn't stick around to make his point clear. The pain of her blows was catching up to him and that, in combination with the mental spiral he could feel coming on, made him want to be as far away from this supernatural war as possible.
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