Shizune didn't even bother to try and comfort Shinobu's sudden breakdown. Frankly, she was a little jealous of the green-haired optimist; she was the one who was supposed to be crying. She was the one who had failed everyone and revealed her ugly side to them...she needed to...start over again. And again, and again, and again....

"Let's head back to the room we rested in the night before," she said wearily. "Assuming it's not gone from yesterday."

Turning around to lead the group, she made sure to keep her eyes focused only ahead, intentionally straying away from meeting Shiori directly. Thankfully, their salvation from earlier was still present, though it felt like centuries since their last endeavor here. It didn't help that new corpses were strewed about the walls and floors, the bodies of their dead comrades labeled and strew about as if in some cruel joke. If the World of Wasted Dreams had a mind of its own, it would be classified as a cruel bastard.

Sighing in both exhaustion and despair, Shizune took her chair from yesterday and propped it near the door. "I'll take watch again," she announced. Her tone indicated that she wasn't to be argued with. However, just as she made herself comfortable, a familiar pang hit her body.

Tensing, she rested a hand on her abdomen and took easy breathes, sweat beginning to glisten from her body. That damn creature from before....usually she didn't need to feed so soon....was it the World of Wasted Dreams altering her perception of hunger? Whatever the case, she would force herself to wait until tomorrow; she didn't date ask to drink from her comrades. Not after....

She didn't deserve to eat. And if her instincts did take over....then she would kill herself.