[And it's in an instant that any hope of making it through this unscathed disappears into smoke, and of all people, it had to be him that comes across this. If it were Bernadetta she could try and gaslight her into silence, and maybe Dorothea would offer to help bury the body, but...
Sayaka turns to Hubert with a wide eyed awareness and that knife still clutched in her hands, so hard that even through all the blood, one can know just how white they are from how hard they clutch it. Like a lifeline. Like the one reliable thing Sayaka has ever met, like--]
What are you doing here.
[There's an intensity in her voice that no one's ever managed to get out of her before. It clashes so hard with her image, with everything, and yet--]
He...he strung me along for weeks, acting so kind, and he...he's been playing me like...he started acting like...
[And in an instant, that intense fire dies, and fear enters Sayaka's tone anew.]
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Sayaka turns to Hubert with a wide eyed awareness and that knife still clutched in her hands, so hard that even through all the blood, one can know just how white they are from how hard they clutch it. Like a lifeline. Like the one reliable thing Sayaka has ever met, like--]
What are you doing here.
[There's an intensity in her voice that no one's ever managed to get out of her before. It clashes so hard with her image, with everything, and yet--]
He...he strung me along for weeks, acting so kind, and he...he's been playing me like...he started acting like...
[And in an instant, that intense fire dies, and fear enters Sayaka's tone anew.]
...What does it matter to you?