The guilt was never an either/or. [A pause.] I don't know. The only time I've ever fully lost control involved magical interference.

[She keeps backing up, eyes on the undead, but there's no fear in her expression just a slowly growing green fire in her dark eyes. Pain comes with the threat of transformation, but she isn't about to leave someone to a zombie horde when she is still technically immune.] How about we both try to run?