[The better question is what's right with her, and since arriving here it's nothing. Her few bright spots were tarnished by interference and insistence that she become the snarling, rampaging animal of a moment ago. Karl prefers to watch her fall, and she's killed the one person (he can't be thought of as a ghoul, not when it's all she has) who might have propped her upright.]
[Clutching at the ground, Saya curls up, knife lying forgotten in the dirt. Her mind, flooded with half-spun cello music and rapid-fire scenes that blur into nonsense, shuts down completely in defense of itself and leaves her laying there, unconscious and exposed to whatever the remaining ghouls would do to her.]
no subject
[Clutching at the ground, Saya curls up, knife lying forgotten in the dirt. Her mind, flooded with half-spun cello music and rapid-fire scenes that blur into nonsense, shuts down completely in defense of itself and leaves her laying there, unconscious and exposed to whatever the remaining ghouls would do to her.]