His shoulder was still sore from last night. The healers had done an excellent job of repairing him, but it still felt stiff and achy and it was difficult not to recall Komui's face as he'd bitten into his shoulder, devouring the flesh and muscle like a greedy animal. He shook his head, trying to clear away the awful memory.

"It wasn't his fault," Allen insisted, "they must've... done something... he didn't mean to hurt us..."