[ Diva's grip tightened on Karl's shoulder. A warning, a conductor of excitement that spread in slow waves through her body. Saya... her Saya, she was remembering ♥ But at what cost? These quiet moments, gone. These empty moments, replaced with all she had ever wanted. Saya, looking at her and no one else.

Not even Karl.

But, she leaned in, hair hiding her face for a moment as she shook her head. Tread carefully. Too much and she'll snap, too little and Saya will forever resist the memory.

... Diva was never one for subtlety. ] Answer? [ she laughed ] You can see it in her gaze. Saya, dear. Don't run away like you did that night. It was exactly who you were meant to be.

[ diva's beautiful foil, queens to rule and ravage the night. Saya was, simply... insane. ]