[ Diva's fingers clench around the blade, cutting bone deep as Saya pulls it back out, dropping the blade, letting it fall.
It's a shame.
That was Saya's one last chance to die with her, if she had taken it. But the blood is already turning to silvery dust and Diva's breath is coming short as she stumbles back a step. Her smile is sweet as she looks to Saya. Thank-you is shining in her eyes, but her lips... No, they twist into a grimace as her body bends with pain. It is not easy, this transformation into dust. But there was something, something she had to do...