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Maebe picked up his hand, very slowly, put it in her mouth, and gnawed on it.

Though Robert had begun to stir before he ever said her name, it was only then that Mimsy discovered his return to consciousness. She immediately pulled away to look at him, eyes wide and alert (too wide, too manic), and cheerfully laughed in greeting.

The laughter and the smile that accompanied it were lost, however, as he began to wipe at the blood on her face. She snorted indignantly and repeatedly attempted to turn her head away from his efforts like a stubborn child, and did not stop until he did. He was asking questions with questionable answers as he held her close, squeezing tighter and tighter, and she didn't fight the inability to breathe for once. The dizziness mingled so pleasantly with the remaining euphoria of satisfaction, and she took in every little detail as if each were to go on its own individual slide, categorized into a box of the most perfect specimens.

"It is not my blood," she eventually whispered against him, words trilling with more stifled laughter. "Are you hungry? Mmm, it is so good, Robert. Oh, have you ever tasted victory? True victory? Here - I will share! It's your victory too."

She didn't wait for an answer, because there was no possibility that he could conceivably turn down such a thing. The pride was so tremendous that she could hardly keep herself still, and she was grinning by the time she pressed her lips firmly against his.

After all of the occasions he had ensured that she was fed, it was the least she could do.

Such a passionate, emotional response was an extraordinarily positive sign, and Mimsy soaked it up like a sponge, saturating herself with a muddled mixture of new and old and what she did and did not comprehend. It would all stay there until it was depleted or dried up over time, barring such fortunate occurrences as these, of course.

The giggle that arose was misinterpreted as a sign that he had enjoyed the taste of victory just as much as she had, and she broke away and began to tug excitedly on his coat, nodding to something beside them.

"Do you want more?" Another tug on his coat, insistent. "There is plenty more for you. This is ours! We have won, Robert. I am so proud! Congratulations! Look!"

After several dozen attempts to get him to see something that she was physically preventing him from looking at, she finally leaned off to the side to allow herself a better vantage point to glance between her husband's bloodied face and the body of the one who had left them.

All thoughts of Carrie or tv show blood were slowly stolen from him when he realized what he was looking at. What Mimsy was proudly showing off to him, and begging him to come and see, and take, and his throat was -

Robert's face turned a shade of green that wasn't necessarily that different from when he'd been a zombie, and he turned his eyes away, pulling Mimsy back towards him.

"No I don't want - more - are you sayin' I did that to him?" It clicked, all of a sudden, and Robert looked mortified. "s**t, we gotta - help.. HELP!!" He screamed, scrambling backwards to find someone, anyone who could save whatever he was looking at. He knew it was Kostya. It didn't matter. The man deserved what he got, just.. not by Robert's hand.

And teeth. Oh God, his teeth.. he ran his tongue over them and felt the bits of flesh stuck in them. He tasted the metallic flavor of blood coating them, and knew it all at once.

Zombie Robert had killed Kostya.

"HELP!!!!!!!!"

[ ANTIVIRUS ]

Shu took a good look of the rune, oh no, the curve of this one ended with a hook but not that one. Her shoulder slumped in disappointment, it was like a 50-piece puzzles.

That was not the reaction that Mimsy had predicted.

That was not even on the charts.

She fell away from him in a panic, brow knit and eyes hurt and frown confused, and she began to shake her head at him, a slow back and forth that shifted her gore-matted braids as it picked up momentum. Why was he doing this? He had just helped her, he was the help, they didn't need help from anyone else--!

"No!" Her hands waved frantically at him, and she pawed at his face in an attempt to get him to stop. "No, please! Robert! This is good! This is how it is supposed to be! Robert, stop--it was not you!"

It was desperation that began to saturate every part of her, tainting everything that felt so wonderful, and she shook her head again once, fingers tapping urgently against his chest.

"It was me," she cried, baring her own teeth back at him. "You attacked him when he attacked us, but it was me. I was the one who should have destroyed him, and I needed to, and that is what I have done."

Why wasn't he proud?

She'd done it right. Exactly right. Why wasn't he proud of her?

She looked lost as she searched his eyes for answers, sifting through his own terror and disgust, hoping he might give her something that she might be able to understand.

[ ANTIVIRUS ]

Ok, she can prove she's useful. Angular rune should be easier -


- nope.


This should match, but they won't fit in each other. Come on, work harder, you two can do it. The girl twisted the two parts eagerly, forcing them together like how someone ships impossible people together.