[He'll be disappointed when he finds her, school uniform pressed and pristine, red eyes soft and unsure. Only the bejeweled sword in her hand and the tightness of her grip show anything of the Saya she keeps far buried, the one who took Karl's arm.]
[Were it up to her, she'd never lift a sword nor be that person again. Part of her hates Diva, Karl, all of them for forcing her to keep that part of herself alive and well.]
[She'll kill him for it. As many times as it takes. For Father, for Riku, for Joel. Forever.]
[Karl's unpredictable behavior has her narrowed eyes scanning, her blade lifted and ready at the slightest movement. Even as she wishes for Haji, she won't let herself hesitate.]
no subject
[Were it up to her, she'd never lift a sword nor be that person again. Part of her hates Diva, Karl, all of them for forcing her to keep that part of herself alive and well.]
[She'll kill him for it. As many times as it takes. For Father, for Riku, for Joel. Forever.]
[Karl's unpredictable behavior has her narrowed eyes scanning, her blade lifted and ready at the slightest movement. Even as she wishes for Haji, she won't let herself hesitate.]