[he has little trouble keeping up, with his demon speed, and so arrives in time to see Saber engage a lavender haired woman who looks like she means business. He is considering blowing them both away with a Diem Wind, but-- wait.]
[his eyes (and nose, if he's honest, with the blood in the air) are drawn to another woman. She is clearly injured, and he is about to try and convince himself that this isn't his business and it's about to work a well as it ever does... But something...]
[Approaching her, he stoops over to examine a strange discoloration at her wrists and ankles...]
-- No, [ He says it aloud without meaning to, the familiar numb shock of his own horrible memories rushing back.]