Saeko was covered in blood, rather the way Takashi preferred her.
They were alone, as they tended to be recently, on yet another scouting mission to find a temporary home.
After seeing the elementary school, complete with a flesh hungered version of Takashi's mother and a small army of white eyed children, the group had been truly alone. No more pockets of survivors or rumors of safety.
Instantly a temporary dose of chaos had adjusted itself to become the reality of the rest of their lives.
Though Komuro had watched Saya and little Alice closely for signs of madness or hysteria, Rei was the one to break. She watched the thing that was once her father sloppily rip her arm into small shreds of meat. She never made a sound.
Saeko was covered in blood, wiping it accidentally on Takashi as she gave him another kiss.
She had just danced through a cloud of gore and her own sadistic power to get to him. The fact that no other would see her like this sent waves of heat through his core.
Saya had been the one to set the routine, devising formations and duties based on their individual strengths. A house a week, moving, scouting, gathering. Everyone knew their jobs. Saeko and Takashi were the ones to find a new secure location each time, sometimes going for days by themselves.
Everyone had paired off: Saya and Kouta, Rei's mother with Shizuka and Alice, and of course Saeko teamed with Takashi.
It was comfortable this way. They still worked as one group, but now comfort and love was always there. Reassurance that there was some kind of family still there for you.
Saeko was covered in blood. Takashi wiped it off gently pushing the war goddess to the ground. She may have control over those she battled, but not over Takashi. She was his, unconditionally.
The world may have gone to hell and they may never have a real home. There was always a chance they would journey back to find the group turned.
But Takashi would be there above her, beside her and the blood was there to intoxicate them both.