As much as he feels like he should start again, he wills himself to quiet the voice again. There are limits that he won't cross, and won't try anymore, and the beast knows that he'd rather destroy himself than one of his friends, now that he realizes what he was about to do.

That doesn't stop the fact that he's hungry. He's in a half daze, as a few tears stream from his eyes, but they quickly evaporate from his skin.

"Thank you...I don't want to lose you." He gently squeezes her hand, still kneeling on one hand, looking like a knight swearing fidelity to her. As he's about to say something else, the screams of townsfolk nearby and the whispers of "DEMON!" fill the air.

Of course. He's made too much noise by now. Someone probably saw him nearly destroy one of his friends...there was no way he could explain what had happened. He was probably marked for the rest of his stay here. He didn't mind that, really...

"Damn." But as much as he wanted to stay and fight, his drive to protect his friend was overcoming everything. She was an anchor in his darkness, and he nearly stupidly destroyed her for it. He used his claws to push himself up the wall, the hooves surprisingly helping him find his footing as he opened his wings, getting ready to glide away.

"I should go."