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<br/>​</div>As K, Robin and Nekro all took turns shouting at one another, Shiro spared a glance to Karma, his expression muted, but the subtleties therein conveying a simple message. There were more important issues at hand, and he felt like she knew it too. He then turned his full attention to the injured Lenora and Tivor. Even at a glance he could tell they had all the signs of chemical pneumonia. They had inhaled some of the toxin and it had burned their lungs just as it had their skin. A rather sadistic weapon, and very much in keeping with Grimm design philosophy, albeit in a form they had never seen before. As he approached his patients, Shiro had a barely passing thought that what he was about to do would technically constitute destroying research data. No images or blood tests had been performed yet. Such information would be valuable, to say nothing of falling in line with the orders their teams had been given. That being said, if they waited any longer, he wouldn't be able to undo the damage. The injuries would cement themselves within the timeline of these two souls. They'd probably live with adequate medical attention. It's possible their aura could help them heal... maybe... over time. If they were lucky, the scarring would be minimal...<br/><br/>Shiro frowned slightly for even half contemplating the idea, standing over the two students and reaching out with his hand in their general direction. His fingers seemed to suddenly find a grip on something invisible in midair and as he quietly spoke in an arcane tongue, rings of light seemed to materialize in the air on the same unseen surface only his hand could seemingly touch. With every sylable he uttered, the inflection in his tone seemed to reverberate in the air, as if the glyphs being formed were not called, but<i>pulled </i>into being. The more the semblance manifested, the more a hollow ticking could be noticed. It wasn't that the noise was loud, it was it seemed to come from everywhere at once. Shiro's voice finalized the incantation with the words, "Ira... contra... moriendi... de lumine."<br/><br/>The golden yellow rings and symbols began to resolve themselves into that of an elaborate clock within his grasp. With slight effort, he seemed to force his fingers to dig into the clock face, down into some kind of ethereal gear underneath. There was a sudden change in the tone to the hollow ticking all around them, made only more and more apparent as he began to turn the gears, counter-clockwise. The strain on his arm showed as he braced his free hand against it, and the places where his fingers gripped at the gears of light seemed to burn with golden fire. As he had suspected, they had cut it far too close to the deadline. The clock did<i>not </i>want to be turned back this far... but it'd still turn nonetheless.<i>Second Chance</i>dangled slightly from where the chain was wrapped around his bracing hand, and for any who watched closely, the time piece seemed to pulse with a dark energy all its own.<br/><br/>As for Lenora and Tivor, their burns would begin to reverse themselves, both inside and out. The sensation would be odd, to put it mildly, but more disorienting still might be the fact that their minds would briefly have two different recollections of events. The first was the memory of getting caught in the miasma, the horrible burning sensations on their skin and in their lungs as they tried to scream. The second memory conflicted with the first, and saw them, by whatever happenstance, avoiding or being saved from the toxic cloud just in time. As the seconds ticked by, the second memory seemed to crystallize itself within their minds, while the first memory faded like a dream, leaving only the sense that<i>something </i>had been changed.<br/><br/>With the task done, Shiro's hand seemed to slip off the clock face and the entire assembly, sound and all, vanished. He swiftly moved one foot forward to steady himself and closed his eyes a moment to wait for his world to stop spinning at an odd axis. New wounds were fairly simple to undo, having only just been woven into the threads of fate, but injuries which had established themselves within the personal timeline of the patient required much greater effort and energy on his part. His aura had been taxed, and he would need a short while to recover. Once he was more confident in his balance he looked over Lenora and Tivor a bit, curtly reassuring them that some disorientation was normal and that they'd be fine. His words felt heavily rehearsed and lacked any meaningful introduction, explanation, or even the slightest desire to know their names. He turned to Karma and sighed, making only a minor effort to conceal how tired he felt, "Now that that's over with, perhaps we should gather up the other children?" he nodded in the direction of Robin and Nekro, though K happened to be within that figurative field of fire. Had Karmyne ever voiced her thoughts that this fight had been inevitable, Shiro would have soundly agreed. Mediation wasn't exactly his strong suit, however. The only input he would have given to any of them would be to point out their hypocrisy, particularly from Robin. Shiro wasn't surprised by Nekro losing his cool. He doubted anyone really was. It was the fact that Robin felt he was in a position to lecture that rubbed Shiro the wrong way, and anything he had to say to the fellow Atlas student wouldn't do anything to defuse the situation. His one regret was that it appeared Nekro hadn't laid in a solid blow during his assault. Robin was rich in many things, but humility was not among them, and sometimes a punch could provide a degree of clarity. Maybe K would be the one to deliver said enlightenment.<br/><br/>In any case, Shiro didn't have the aura at present to undo any damage the three might inflict on one another, and if he was being honest, even if he did have the energy he would have found any excuse not to use it. Those two had earned any bruises they might get.