[Charlie's right, of course. Saya knew that, hasn't forgotten it. But down to the deepest part of her, she would rather die herself than hurt the gnashing, clawing monster that is advancing yet again on her and Charlie.]
I know. [Saya can't hide the tears that slide freely down, making wet trails through the grime coating her skin. She grits her teeth against a sob and strikes, fierce as she had been with the others whose faces meant nothing to her.]
[The knife goes in, and she smells the acrid sting of smoke, distantly hears a desperate wail ripped from her throat.]
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I know. [Saya can't hide the tears that slide freely down, making wet trails through the grime coating her skin. She grits her teeth against a sob and strikes, fierce as she had been with the others whose faces meant nothing to her.]
[The knife goes in, and she smells the acrid sting of smoke, distantly hears a desperate wail ripped from her throat.]