It feels more and more like the old Saya coming back. Not the Saya of Okinawa - best friend to Kaori, sister to Kai and Riku, loving daughter of George Miyagusuku - but the Saya of her last awakening - cold and efficient warrior, methodically sweeping through chiropterans in her sight. Her rage had been cold ice then, her heart dead, emotions other than hate an unknown stranger, and contempt for humans a comforting shield. The Saya of the past year wouldn't have liked her, maybe even feared her, but the Saya of now appreciated that side of her. It was a necessity in these times, a beneficial persona for one with her agenda. She had hardly needed to tap into her chiropteran side then; now, she wonders if she could have succeeded in killing Diva then if she'd only had a little more time.
Sometimes she would feel ashamed now not to be able to measure up to such skill. It seemed no matter what she did was pointless: for every chevalier killed, another would take his place; for every chiropteran slain, thousands more would spring up. Sometimes she would see a vision of a field strewn with slain chiropterans, her in the middle of it, dripping blade and all, and she would raise dead, crimson eyes to the chiropterans standing near the edge of the field, gazing hungrily at her. Surrounded on all sides, the memory of mocking laughter and malicious blue eyes playing at the back of her mind. She feared that future, a hundred awakenings from now, of losing herself in the mire of her slain kin, of becoming a demon herself. It is a thought that is enough to drive her out into the night once again, pursuing the source of all this misery, the only one who could never fail to make her feel gut-wrenching pain and sorrow.
Her time spent in Okinawa seems like a distant dream now, one she could probably return to in her long sleep, if she ever does. She knows now that such a life is not meant for her, and any such moments are only moments of pretending, of keeping harsh reality at bay. Her reality is only about Diva and with it, the end. There was no room for one such as her, or her kind, on this world; their very existence was a violation of the natural order of things. It stood to reason that they brought nothing but misery; she had brought nothing but misery for Kai - killing their father and, no matter how indirectly, killing Riku. The previous Saya had it right; it was better to keep away from humans, and just do the job she had set out to do a hundred years ago. This was the only worthwhile penance for the pain she had caused her family, then and now.
She slides her katana back into the sheath, the glow from the chiropteran crystal disappearing as the crimson bleeds away from her gaze, and walks in the direction of Diva's song.