Some kind of sanity pushed at Senna, the same kind of mantra that told her that staying stagnant was wrong, and if she keep moving, if movement would keep occuring, things could somehow become better.

...She wasn't stupid. Things wouldn't magically be okay. But things could try to heal, if they moved from this place.

Senna crawled forward a few feet, slowly, like she was approaching an animal. One of her hands slid in something, and she ignored it entirely as her stomach lurched violently. She was resolutely not looking at one place, not accepting that that was once a person, once someone she knew. She would concentrate on those who were alive. What had Hokuto called the Shinigami? "Momo-san..." she tried weakly, and went to put her other hand on the Shinigami's shoulder. "Momo-san... maybe you should... come away a little...."