Zero... [Saya's mouth twitches at the corners, as if trying to smile even as her eyes are wet. She hasn't the strength to smile or cry properly.]
[A slow, shaky inhale gives her barely enough breath to go on.] There are things I want to... [This time she's without words for a far more common reason; she has no idea what to say, or how to say it. How to thank someone for being there when it was needed even when Saya made it nearly impossible? How to pay them back for the weeks of precious life they gave you that you would have thrown carelessly away?]