The 'bug' wasn't feeling too good right now but she was more concerned right now with how she was still alive. For a short moment, she had been smothered under Nana's shoe and pinned against the floor but that hadn't killed her. Instead she felt herself stretched apart and flatted like she was some sort of clay, at least until the shoe was lifted off her. The rest of the parasites seemed to be on the move with their shoes landing next to her yet they didn't crush her like Nana did. Maybe that was a good thing, but she was stuck alone again with no idea what she was going to do next.
"Ow...that hurt." Ichigo muttered after she lifted her head off the ground and attempted to pull herself up, a quick glance at her arms showed just how difficult that might be while giving her a bit of a surprise. Whatever that Klaxosaur did also made her body quite resistant as she noticed with her flat arm slowly reforming itself. She didn't know if she should be thankful for this or horrified, even if it meant that she wouldn't be snuffed out of existence under the many giants she might encounter.
"Interesting," Ichigo froze and her eyes turned to the parasite that towered way above her with her red eyes on her form, "You're still alive."
Zero Two hadn't followed the other parasites but instead stuck around as she was piqued at the tiny dot that should've been crushed by the caretaker yet it seemed to move just a bit, maybe like it was in pain or it just needed time to recover. She didn't know exactly but she took a step forward as if to think about how best to handle this little thing.
Ichigo gulped. She was still reforming yet the girl above her didn't give her any sense of hope. At times she and Zero Two clashed with each other almost to the point of hostility though they still helped to make sure that they could make it through the day without any fatalities. Now she wasn't so sure if she should be afraid of her and run once her legs form back. She watched the white boot moved inches away from her with the tip nearly touching her head, maybe she was going to stomp her as if she were just a wounded bug begging to be put out of its misery? That was one possibility, though she hoped that the giant pink haired wouldn't dare crush her even as signs pointed to such a fate.
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