[Though she'd never acknowledge it, there's a part of her that responds to his nearness, revealed only in the slightest shift in her stance and a flicker in her red eyes. Her free hand is steady above her blade, ready to slice her palm and infuse the sword.]
Where is she? [Her voice is firm, as though she knows beyond doubt that Diva is here when truly, she knows no such thing. A Chevalier separated from their Queen sounds wrong, unnatural, and yet Saya is without hers. As such, she feels naked as she stares Karl down, even with the glinting steel of her sword between them. The way he's looking at her doesn't help the tinge of anxiety, but she won't back down.]
[One piece of her life that has always been constant through the decades and miles: Saya is never one to give an inch.]
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Where is she? [Her voice is firm, as though she knows beyond doubt that Diva is here when truly, she knows no such thing. A Chevalier separated from their Queen sounds wrong, unnatural, and yet Saya is without hers. As such, she feels naked as she stares Karl down, even with the glinting steel of her sword between them. The way he's looking at her doesn't help the tinge of anxiety, but she won't back down.]
[One piece of her life that has always been constant through the decades and miles: Saya is never one to give an inch.]