[Slowly at first, his fingers begin to curl, biting deeper. He swallows hard and grinds his teeth, still trying to fight it. But he can still smell blood, even more so now, if only it would go away, there might be some hope, at least. But as he realises that fact, it only furthers the animal instincts taking over him.

But it's not the blood itself he craves, it's the kill. Though he can feel his fingers crushing and cutting into Ishimaru's throat, and it would result in his death...that wouldn't be satisfying at all. Part of him wishes it could be, to spare his friend in some small way, but it isn't.

Suddenly, his jaws open as he leans forward, clamping down on Ishimaru's neck. His teeth sink in - for what to his rational mind feels like an eternity, but in reality is nothing more than a split second - and he jerks his head back up, tearing it apart.]