"I'm fine." Matt answered quickly, too quickly, and jerked away from the other boy until he was backed against the wall. This patient, like so many others, wasn't dolled up like Edgeworth had been. His arms were bare and far too easy a target for his teeth.

It was sickening, thinking that way. Matt was close to having a fit, so torn between wanting to follow the hunger and wanting to stab himself to put others out of danger. But he just wasn't strong enough for the latter, and a helpful person would easily put his or herself at risk. He would be easier to pull away into a darkened room. Easier to get alone.

If he was smart, he'd keep walking.