<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>He slowly looked up when his bandmates approached and said nothing. He turned away and it looked like he was about to speak but all he did was spit out a thick glob of blood before trembling and breaking down into sobs.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia ignored the blood, and flesh, and the condition of her t-shirt, and moved in in humanoid form to hug him.<br/><br/>"It's over now. Just hold on to me and let it out."