[The blood is right there, spilling out on the ground, being wasted. It's an affront to Life. A dishonor to his sworn sister. Namur has to remind himself that she isn't like him, and she doesn't understand. She'd probably get mad like Marco and Thatch do.

He tries to wipe some of the gore off his face with a sleeve, maybe that'll help, if he isn't tasting the fresh blood directly. But he needs fresh air. He needs water. The ocean.

Or to eat.

With an audible, terrible yell he reaches down and grab's the front of Grell's shirt, slamming her body against the wall. Yeah, that's right. Get pissed at Grell, while the others finally figure out their shit and get lost.]

Damn it Grell, a shitty li'l headshot's all it takes t' down y'? The hell happened t' bein' sinkin' immortal huh, dumbass? Yer out 'fore we even get t' fight? Regenerate, damn it! Y' gonna take this shit from me? Wake up!

[He continues to smash her body against the wall, leaving grisly red smears. Finally, he's had it, and throws her down the hallway, breathing hard. He can smell the live ones still, and glances into the room beyond, eyeing them as if he's considering going after them after all. But he shakes his head, and bounds off after Grell, and with any luck, he'll find something to represent the people that set the trap that killed her.]