[No. The word is only in her mind, but strong enough to jolt Saya from the fears that are always too close to overwhelming her. She swallows, straightens, and hefts her sword. The tip points at Diva's throat, the drip-drip of Saya's blood from the edge making its own miniature puddle.]
[Saya's blood, and then her life would atone for what had been taken.]
You're finished, Diva. [Another charge, this one nearing their top speed, her blade a blurred arc of silver and red. Driving Diva away from the victim was the goal for now, and once that's done she can fight in earnest.]