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Hmm... Yes. The process Malodore just described sounded rather delightful. Nice and painful for the hunter(s) they manage to inflict this upon.

"Of course. And while I'd love to kill them, I suppose it'd be good to leave them alive. With all that pain, I'm sure they'd be full of delicious FEAR," he grinned darkly before looking back at Riley as he heard her speak again.

"You got stabbed with one of those daggers creating the barrier. West managed to free you from it, but not right away. And.. well... the Horsemen. They left with him," he said with a frown, "After that, a blue flame washed over us all, burning everyone to death. Slowly. After respawning you weren't back to normal yet... That dagger.. left behind Insanity or something inside your body. Cricket ate it away."

Even with her eyes closed, Riley could sense the anger in Malodore's words. She chuckled weakly, and her hand suddenly came to life, wrapping her fingers around it's claws in the familiar way she had become accustomed to.

We were fools to think the school was safe. Her voice was quiet, and she very carefully amended the sentence to include herself - despite having never assumed such a thing. In part, this was why the Horsemen-

Her eyes shot open.

THE HORSEMEN, WHERE- She attempted to sit up, but only managed two inches above the cot before the pain of her mid-section blinded her, dropping her down hard on the cot and keeping her thoughts clear of anything but the terrifying agony.

Malodore also reached out for her - it didn't have the strength to even attempt to keep Riley down by brute force, but it hoped its own gentle touch would soothe her back onto the bed. "You have to be still, mia cara. The Horsemen can take care of themselves..." But Jericho's words gave it pause.

"Together..." It recalled the conversation it had had with Riley only a few days before. Had they all been wrong to trust the Horsemen?

There's more. Riley's hand rested on Jericho's arm, as if requesting for one more moment of strength to get out what an eidetic memory was reminding her.

He was on the Christmas train.

There, moment over.

By Jack. He WAS. At the mention of it, he remembered the 'professor' rushing into the room screaming about saving the students before exiting.

"No no no. Not Dr. Hyde," he said while shaking his head at Mal, "This was the Career Councelor..not the guidance one. Black and white hair. 'Reaper'. Blue eyes. Professor... Caely? No."

Furrowing his brow, Jericho closed his eyes, trying to recall the name of the so called professor.

Muka watched as friends paired up and comforted one another now that Riley was recovering slightly. He listened, keen hearing easily picking up talk of the hunter who'd hurt her and how he'd been undercover at the school. It was no wonder that one reaper boy had accused him during the 'washroom meeting' of being a fraud. The strix was not incapable of understanding the dire situations and that paranoia was running high but he seemed incapable of feeling that paranoia himself, even after the short experiences of the day.

Knowing that the friends all had each other he pushed himself up from his cot and shuffled uneasily in place for a moment. The strix then made up his mind and apprached Nurse Cricket who was looking in a poor state currently.

"Ah.. Do you need anything ma'am?" His arms were tucked up against himself, hands clutched together. He still smiled slightly, as he seemed unable to help it, and his eyes were wide and interested.