[A chirp in Saya's ear lets her know that someone is on their way. She spares the slightest glance for Miranda -- still breathing, though her skin is a dull, pasty white. Nearly dry, she doesn't have much time.]
[Saya's eyes flare as she infuses her sword, takes a slow step forward.] No. You're done hurting people. [Another step, her hands tightening around her hilt, no longer shaking. Two more steps is all it takes to get her charging.]
[No more of this. No more blood on her hands. This ends today.]