"No." She squeezed his fingers and began walking towards the fresh corpse, gently tugging him along with her. "This much is enough." As long as he just kept holding her hand...she'd probably be okay. Probably. It would keep the Madness from making it worse, at least.

Yako stopped less than a foot away from the fallen monster and very carefully did not look at Kaworu as she bent down. She didn't particularly want to see the expression he would make. Her fingers closed gently around the corrupted soul and she straightened slowly and deliberately. Then, closing her eyes and quietly murmuring an "itadakimasu," she popped it into her mouth and swallowed. Immediately the self-incrimination welled up, quickly followed by the urge to cry, but she had enough experience by now to force it down.

"...we should keep moving," she said after a brief silence. She still wasn't looking at him, but her grip on his hand had grown desperately tight.