action;
[There's the slightest quiver in Anri's shoulders, her jaw losing its firm set just a bit.
After a moment, Saika left to press impotently against the barrier, she lowers her arms. The feeling of defaulting, losing, when so much could be averted - it rankles, makes her feel ill.
Saika seems to disappear into the flesh of her palm, completely soundlessly.]
You don't understand, [her last stiff plea to Orihime, before giving Izaya a look.] Go.