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With Lizzy's help, Mot traversed down the halls of the Monster dorms. He was quiet, solemn, his spurs softly clicking with each step. The effects of Jericho's flame were still eating away at his securities, leaving him to deal with all his negative emotions and self doubt. It would pass, but not soon enough.

Without the hot climate of Jericho's room, and his temper, Mot was left feeling a sad solitude. The loss of Riley was still raw in his mind.

Silently, Mot slipped his hand to Lizzy's, eager to have some sort of physical contact to feel less alone.

Mot turned his head to regard Lizzy, his brows furrowing worriedly. "Scared?" He asked softly. There were so many different reasons to be scared now. Whether or not he could help was yet to be seen.

You can't help. You never help.

"Why?"

Mot squeezed Lizzy's hand, a horrible feeling of worry bubbling up. He hadn't thought about that. What if Hel came back with it? What if she got as bad as Jericho..

Mot inhaled a laboured breath, trying so hard to handle the heavy burden of this situation. "We.. should try to find that out." He said slowly, his mind reeling with emotional turmoil. "We can't let it take anyone else... and if it spreads..." Mot moaned and rubbed his face with a free hand. Just how did things get like this? Why was everything becoming so terrible?

"I'm scared too.."

Malodore. What was it going through now? So many people were sure to be heavily affected by this news. Still, the good doctor's expertise might prove well enough, he hoped.

Mot nodded. It was okay to be scared. Okay to cry. She often assured him of that, and maybe that was why he was able to keep calm for now.

His hopes were fed with her theory; the quarantine being used to check for Insanity. If that were the case, then maybe they didn't have to worry about it spreading. Still, it also caused him to worry for Hel even more. "Maybe..." He murmured, his heart tightening. It hurt. This worry and fear that she had come to harm again. He trembled in worry, clutching the fabric of his clothes over his heart. "Oh Jack, let her be okay."

He hesitated in step as they got close to the Demon Dorms. "Were you going to your room or Mac's?"

Mot chuckled dryly in return. It was painful to laugh. Too painful. He felt like he shouldn't be allowed such a thing, such as laughter or an inkling of happiness.

Mot turned with Lizzy and headed in the proper direction.

He'd drop off Lizzy, and camp out in the hall for Hel. As long as it took. It would be hard since he gave up coffee, but with things as they were, he would not sleep until his ghoul was safe in his arms.

"I'm not.. confident it ever will.." Mot replied mournfully, lightly swinging his arm with Lizzy's. The action was juvenile but somehow comforting despite it's lightheartedness.

The old days. He smiled everyday, his worst fears were being seen without his hat, and he spent his days joyfully with friends. "They seem so far away now." Mot noted, his eyes lifting from the ground to gaze at the sky.

"Is the rest of Halloween in this much turmoil? It feels as though we're always targeted. What would life be like if... if it was left to close..."

Mot's heart fell a little more hearing Lizzy's soft sniffling. In the end, closing the school would not help. The hunters would find other means to torment them all. Just why did they do this, anyway? And why wasn't anyone helping the students?

Why were they fighting all alone? Why wouldn't the boogeymen help? All they did was cover tings up and leave them to drown.

He stopped as they got closer to the dorms, pulling the ghoul in a hug. "This place has often felt the most like home to me. Despite all that has happened, I don't regret coming here. A life without you and the others would be no life at all." He gave her an affectionate squeeze before letting go and continuing on their way, his hand clasped with hers.

"Let's try our best to heal for now." Mend their hearts, their minds.

She was right. She usually was. Giving up just seemed so easy it was tempting. It would be so nice to having things easy for once. Just once. Always fighting, and hurting. If only a sparkle of hope could shine through.

Mot looked down at Lizzy as she inquired his well being, his eyes drifting away soon after. "Not injured.. not physically.." He hesitated, hovering a hand over his head. "It feels like it's playing off my insecurities. Not like they weren't already running rampant lately.. this didn't help..." He frowned and sighed defeatedly.