A thousand things flit through Jim's thoughts in an instant, an endless litany crying for safety, a place to hide and lick his wounds, instinct to hide himself away warring with a desperate desire not to be alone. And dominant above it all, the dreadful knowledge that it's a full moon back on his Earth, that the beast he fears still lies within him would awaken the instant he sets foot back on his side of the portal and begin the slaughter anew.

He doesn't even know what he's already done. Whose blood he's tasted. Whether... whether there's more. Nausea twists in his stomach and he holds tight to Hunter, afraid to let go. "Yes."


[OOC: Continues here.]