Lyra, ignoring the complaint, scooped up the poison in the vial. "yeah, this one got made by a real right bastard. See how its all green? Means he slowed tumor growth. That'd give the hallucinations more time to set in. By the end, you would have had demons ripping out chunks of flesh, and spitting acid into the holes they left. Or maybe your family would be ripping you limb from limb. Always hard to tell with these. But it would have lurked for a day or two, making you believe you got it out in time to avoid the trauma. This ones a real peice of work..." as she spoke, the damage in Yukino's leg knitted itself, returning her leg to its pristine self with pale white scars as a reminder of what had occured.