[Something buried deep in Caitlyn remembers that Kahl's an ally, that he saved her from the hands only moments ago. But his words seem distant, meaningless, she can barely hear him through the red haze of agony that's blotting out her ability to think. Every bone, every muscle, feels like it's tearing itself apart, and the overwhelming cacophany of sounds, the pounding of her heart, the rush of blood in Kahl's veins, the water swirling around their feet, the blood--
She needs it. There's a hunger gnawing away at her gut unlike anything she's ever known. From childhood she was taught to control herself; stand up straight, enunciate, don't chew with your mouth open, don't be too angry or sad or emotional. That self-control is broken now.
She snarls again, a sound halfway between agonized and vicious. As he starts trying to pull her towards the elevator, she lunges, claws trying to rend at his armor, teeth snapping at his face, just trying to find an exposed bit of flesh that she can bite into.]
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She needs it. There's a hunger gnawing away at her gut unlike anything she's ever known. From childhood she was taught to control herself; stand up straight, enunciate, don't chew with your mouth open, don't be too angry or sad or emotional. That self-control is broken now.
She snarls again, a sound halfway between agonized and vicious. As he starts trying to pull her towards the elevator, she lunges, claws trying to rend at his armor, teeth snapping at his face, just trying to find an exposed bit of flesh that she can bite into.]