If she didn’t know any better, Darina could have sworn the cold young woman was a bandit, herself, with the efficiency with which she had ended the dying man’s life. Even she had barely heard the frail heartbeat and the rattle of his labored breathing before the knife put an end to all that. Poor fuck. But now, she must worry about herself first. Already she could feel a light-headedness, either from the overwhelming stench coming from the golem-man, or from the hunger, or both.<br/><br/>Still wary of how the others would react, Darina waited for an opportunity to be alone with the corpse, or perhaps to steal away with it. She gave the puppy that emerged from the dead man’s coat a brief stare before moving forward, closer to the body. Maybe if she volunteered to dispose of it, they wouldn’t mind. “I can take care of that,” she said, in response to the woman, but whatever plan she had just concocted in her head flew out of her mind when the mutant—the<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>mutant, she reminded herself—lumbered towards her and brought up rather bluntly that one question even she didn’t want to ask herself.<br/><br/>“Say it louder, why don’t you?” she retorted, before realizing that the sarcasm might be lost on the hulking man. Just how much “man” was left to him, anyway? Though the show of kindness of lugging around their now-dead companion told her he was clinging to whatever humanity he still had, the fact that he was covered in flesh that wasn’t his, had ripped through those mutant bears, and had a hunger that would have disgusted her had she not been more disgusted at herself also told her that it might only be a matter of time before the transformation eradicated whatever traces of his former self was still around. Given the macabre craving she had right now, she was staring at the only other person she knew who would understand that.<br/><br/>“Want to split him?” she said after a pause, smirking before she reminded herself that he would take that seriously. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. But maybe you can carry him a bit further? Away from here, I mean. I’ll come with you. Then, I don’t know, do whatever you like after.”<span style="font-style: italic">And maybe split him,</span>she thought, hiding a grimace at the probability of that happening. Shit, was it just her, or was the smell of meat going bad starting to make her mouth water? If she went too long without eating, her senses would be compromised. “Help,” she muttered, all joking gone this time.