[Haji. The name meant nothing to her seconds ago, and now echoes through her with near-reverence even as she looks down at the rotting corpse that is a sick distortion of the man she'd seen in that fraction of a memory. He was supposed to be at her side. She was never meant to be this alone.]
[Saya grips her knife handle as anger floods in, a swirling storm in search of a focus. The facsimile of her Haji has its fair share, as does the original for his absence, neither a suitable target. The only one who is...]
[She turns on Karl and charges in a mad, hissing rage, ichor spraying from the blurred arc of her blade strike. It's not Karl's fault, but the jilted Queen in her doesn't care. Knowing she cut down the visage of the one she's been seeking has her caught in violent, spinning freefall without a net. Karl wouldn't catch her, can't be what she needs, and so justified or not he'll bear her wrath.]
[If he sought the frenzied tempest of Vietnam, here she is.]
no subject
[Saya grips her knife handle as anger floods in, a swirling storm in search of a focus. The facsimile of her Haji has its fair share, as does the original for his absence, neither a suitable target. The only one who is...]
[She turns on Karl and charges in a mad, hissing rage, ichor spraying from the blurred arc of her blade strike. It's not Karl's fault, but the jilted Queen in her doesn't care. Knowing she cut down the visage of the one she's been seeking has her caught in violent, spinning freefall without a net. Karl wouldn't catch her, can't be what she needs, and so justified or not he'll bear her wrath.]
[If he sought the frenzied tempest of Vietnam, here she is.]