[Saya doesn't recognize what Diva's done until it's too late. Her sword flashes and connects, bright red spattering her hands and clothes.]
[A clatter sounds as her sword falls from numb fingers, wide eyes taking in the change creeping over Diva's body from where Saya cut her. A strange sinking finality that words would fail to explain falls over Saya in a hush, time grinding to a halt.]
[...If only it were so easy for Saya to leave this place.]