[The nanites are the main reason the worst of the physical symptoms - the fever, the chills, the lethargy, etc - aren't hitting him as bad as most people infected.
The psychological effects, though?
He's already sporting a cracked mind, one already all too used to hallucination. It's only now that hallucination slips into delusion, because until now he's always known that the things he's started to see aren't real.
There are no pale pink flowers falling from the sky or blanketing the ground around him.
There is no woman's laughter, light and melodic, or a boy's indignant squacking there to twist his heart.
But here and now?
Now there is a level four akuma before him, threatening to tear them all apart and Kanda... this is what he does.
He fights and he fights, and he never stops.
So when the blow throws Lavi back, hard enough to slam nearly through a wall, leaves the other Exorcist in a crumpled heap, Kanda's expression sets even as he presses forward again, sword flicking in sure, firm strokes.
It might not be his Innocence, but it's still a weapon. He can still use it until he, or it, breaks.
Even if, beyond his fevered mind, he's the one that brought a knife to a sword fight, doesn't see the almost-friend he's attacking with relentless determination.]
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The psychological effects, though?
He's already sporting a cracked mind, one already all too used to hallucination. It's only now that hallucination slips into delusion, because until now he's always known that the things he's started to see aren't real.
There are no pale pink flowers falling from the sky or blanketing the ground around him.
There is no woman's laughter, light and melodic, or a boy's indignant squacking there to twist his heart.
But here and now?
Now there is a level four akuma before him, threatening to tear them all apart and Kanda... this is what he does.
He fights and he fights, and he never stops.
So when the blow throws Lavi back, hard enough to slam nearly through a wall, leaves the other Exorcist in a crumpled heap, Kanda's expression sets even as he presses forward again, sword flicking in sure, firm strokes.
It might not be his Innocence, but it's still a weapon. He can still use it until he, or it, breaks.
Even if, beyond his fevered mind, he's the one that brought a knife to a sword fight, doesn't see the almost-friend he's attacking with relentless determination.]