=As she went about her daily routine, her shadow followed as close as one would expect of a shadow...and twice as silent. Outlining Hinome's path from on high he continued to move patiently and meticulously as he watched the chaos further out that was going on around the village from a'top of the roofs. She had the Byakugan - this was true. But to someone who had not been made aware of something be off as it were who would think to bother gazing out so far at the village around them? To her it was a normal day, to The Zombie - he knew different. Henceforth he had elevation from upon the rooftops and he could see what was going on. This of course...was not the Takewa that everyone here knew and as such did not have the empathetic reaction typical of someone that volunteered to do medical work for the community on their free time. His was much more...cold, what one would expect of someone looking at the world and what was happening to it on a petri dish or on the other side of a two way mirror. He was learning...thinking, trying to figure out the discrepancies here from what he knew - sort these jumbled memories. He looked at the Hokage head monument - and there were faces that he did not even recognize...and some that he had never seen there before and made utterly no sense why he would. The Zombie set his hand to the rim of his helmet's visor - this was beyond any physical infirmity of a normal nature, his anatomy was pristine as was his attention to it. There was something more going on here, these memories...fought for supremacy upon the battleground of his mind. The man was shadowed by forces that could not be seen, somehow - the Takewa native to this instance of the world had broken from the reality of his mirror image, and now survey'd them through astral projection from the heliopause. Unable to be linked back into his body - into his gateway. Yet with this one...there was something missing...life force - fractioned in a manner that somehow he could feel that this glass was majority empty rather than full like the version dealing with Mowa, traveling with Sayu. He could influence certain things, hear his thoughts - for all intents and purposes share in his experiences, the only thing that he could not do - was writhe back control. As the armored man shadowed Hinome, so too did Takewa shadow him. Studying him as much as possible as well as his current situation to try and figure out what he could do - if anything to cease this. Then, suddenly a young man stumbled his way into the compound. For a moment, the armored man's eyes darted towards him with the idea that he may be another one of the insurrectionists here to cause trouble - someone that he would have to take care of post haste. Then, more became clear under the observation of his Naibugan. Not only had the boy had Uchiha genes as well as Hyuga, but he had been exposed to the Neuro-Cartafixia. In that moment The Zombie leaned downwards into a squat watching, thinking about how in his opinion this was a bad situation. Hinome had opted not to take his immunization pill, and now the very reason that he had given it to her in the first place had come to fruition - someone that had been directly exposed was now here in the compound, and mass spread of the chemical agent was imminent. To the Zombie, his only concern was Hinome and the Hyuga clan - whom to his criteria had done nothing to be deserving of such a fate. However, on the opposite spectrum - Takewa mirrored him almost to the letter. It all started to line up, and he became more and more consciously aware of what had happened in his body, his - existence as a variable in this reality. All those lives, the Uchiha lord, The Uchiha clan - they had built back from so much. And now...was this the sole survivor? There was shock, though in an astral projected observation stand point there were not the physical facilities to cause him to undergo an accurate depiction of the reaction he would have had at such a thing - his mind went straight to saving the boy even if he knew not of his hand in it. The precipice of a genocide was here upon them right now and it may have been that only they were the ones to know of it. The Zombie - used his Naibugan and medical prowess to pause the traveling of the spores into the olfactory bulb. He knew that if it managed to get that far - then it would be beyond his control for him to protect others from its spread. However there on the verge over his shoulder was Takewa, vehemently protesting his actions and intention with all he had:
"A Sozo in name and genetics only. A hollow shell! Void of any empathy or compassion for anything but himelf. You think this is what Lord Heiwa would have wanted!? A cold - fruitless bastardization of his vision for peace! What good is a peace built upon the ashes of the innocent!? What good is peace if there still has to be so much killing!?"
He screamed it with all that he was - the man wanted him to hear it, feel it somehow. Across the cosmos, across universes - he wanted him to know that his will to maintain peace, the true vision of Heiwa-Sensei was stronger then the phenomena that had caused everyone to split into twisted shells of themselves and cause all of this chaos. As he did such, something began to happen. His astral form took grasp of the man's neck - and with all his might he wanted to pull him up from his squatted position and jerk him up to face him eye to eye so that he could address his heinous actions. But as he did such, the man stood - and in doing so the silhouette of Takewa over this Flesh clone of the shifted version began to align. As such occurred there was no longer a split - but a true anomaly in the fabric of reality in their world. Now there was two instances of the same sharing a universal instance, and Takewa was back in his flesh...quite literally. He froze...his hands open wide over his own chest as if to question that he was controlling his own body or just downgraded to observing through the eyes of himself like a doll again. But it was indeed him. His head snapped back to the scene down below, squatting again much like the previous before him - and as he did he focused his Naibugan and with surgical precision, highly likely beyond the knowledge of all those below he destroyed the spores that were awaiting coagulation at the olfactory bulb - thus preventing any further infection and purging him of the agent. But something was different, Takewa felt...different. He clenched his fist and sat up on the edge of the rooftop - still in his Neutrino Veil so he would be otherwise undetectable unless someone directly looked up at him - he started to contemplate everything that had gone by, pushing to the back of his mind the most horrible bits of the occurrence so that he could focus and not overwhelm himself with the details. He felt energized...rejuvenated and powerful to proportions he could not quite yet understand but something in his body was making change. The life force of the mirror's fleshclone - overlapped and filled with his already complete life force...had they overlapped and overcharged. He folded his arms as he looked out at the distance towards where certainly Sayu, his shifted self, and Mowa along with his pupils would be. This situation was complex...and he was not quite certain how he would need navigate it.