[it's strange, how much it doesn't hurt. All her injuries, the ones that healed, they always hurt. But now Saya just watches in distant fascination as that ash-grey color crawls up her arm, little flecks of what was once skin blowing away and leaving nicks that reveal red crystal.]
Hei... [She flops to the ground as her legs lose their tone, sitting upright for now, looking up at him. He won't leave her, will he?]