[Saya's trembling as the ghoul splats on the ground, the knife still in its chest. A deep breath, two, and she's composed enough to lean down and yank the knife free. She may need it. And beyond that, she doesn't want to worry Charlie any further. Breaking down now isn't safe for either of them.] I'm okay. It's okay, Charlie.

[While she's down there, she brushes her fingertips over boy's face and whispers an apology.]

[Then, it's time to go. And yes, she'll follow Charlie; she couldn't leave anyone alone in this. Saya's still holding back tears but she can manage this, she has to.] Okay, let's go.