Izzy immediately recognized the metallic, yet sweet scent that hung heavily in the air. It stopped her in her tracks before she caught sight of its source, not far down the hall from where she stood. She stared at the ghastly scene ahead of her, forgetting how to breathe, to speak. She felt like she was going to be sick, but she had to know who it was, who he had killed, if she knew them or not. Swallowing hard, she dared look to the ripped face of Cerasus’ victim.
	She gasped as she recognized Guillotine Cutter, the piercings on the half of his face still intact glistening with blood, what remained of his expression frozen in a state of terror and agony. She thought he would have left like the others, once defeated by her, by someone weaker than the man--the [i]monster[/i]--they had hunted.
	Though she hated the hunter for what he had done to Trevor, she would not have wished [i]this[/i] fate on him. She would not wish such brutality on [i]anyone.[/i]
	She exhaled shakily, and looked away from the horrifying sight. Her attention snapped to Cerasus when he spoke, keeping her eyes from following his gesture to the gutted corpse. But she could not look at him long, soiled in crimson as he was. Realizing as he finished speaking that the two of them had very different definitions of “normal food,” she swallowed hard, unsure if her voice would work.
	“I-I meant... ‘normal food,’ like... like [i]human[/i] food,” she managed in a soft squeak. “Not...” She glanced down to the bloody mess. She quickly averted her gaze and took a couple steps away, trying to keep herself steady. She leaned her back against the wall, using it to help keep her on her feet.
	[i]This[/i] was what he had expected her to do? The type of “rations” he had anticipated her bringing back?
	“H-how could you?” she began, her tremulous voice rising from a nearly inaudible whisper to a shout that echoed down the hall as she continued. “You... you didn’t have to [i]kill[/i] him! That... that you’re kind of revenge? Ripping him apart like... like a rabid animal? Or would you have done that to [i]anyone[/i] unfortunate enough to wander in here tonight? He’s,” she gestured to Cutter’s remains with her empty hand, “a [i]human![/i] Insane as he was, without Riley’s help, he was practically harmless! [i]I[/i] defeated the guy in five seconds flat!” She shook her head. “[i]How could you?[/i]” she hissed again, then took a couple backward steps down the hall before turning, wanting to place distance between her and the sight and scent of the blood saturating the hallways.