[Something was different. Saya had known it before Diva's restless video, a building thickness in her mind that she'd been too distracted or selfish to properly attend. Just as in the weeks and months before she continued to wait. The reasons were as common as ever, and as easily to mind: her training. Hei. The troubling number of people who seemed to want Diva's Chevalier left alive.]
[Her life here, her friends. Promises Zero and Anri would need to fulfill. Her own sanity.]
[And then, in a blink, the feeling piques. Part of her still wants to resist, knowing what awaits her on the other side...]
[Before the thought can even form Saya's running, naked blade flashing. She doesn't even remember pulling it free. Her senses guide her unfailingly to the place where Diva's crouched in a puddle of red.]
Diva.
[Just like that, one simple word, and she knows. It's over.]