They ran into Saya's tomb, traveling from hall to room and room to hall. What if Saya had lost control soon after she awakened? Would she butcher innocent lives again all for rage and sorrow? Squander her endowments as she did with her love? And then respite under the fortification of a Chevalier and cold stone walls?

"Saya isn't here," David said, holding his gun in his hands. Incase Saya lost control again he would have no choice but to use it. They all ran out searching the grounds as it began to rain.


Saya still lied there on the ground at her side. She was no longer crying, Hagi's death was incontrovertible. She held the dagger's blade to her cheek, resting on it. Admiring its metallic feel, how it reminded her of her blade. She let go of the blade as something came over her. She held her hands to her head; her finger nails digging into her scalp. But then she looked at her tremulous hands. Murderous hands.

These hands, my hands. The same hands that...She couldn't finish the thought; she could feel herself clandestinely embracing something and yet killing it at the same time. Her hands had killed so many, this malign impingement came over her.

She knew these were the hands Hagi touched, that Hagi held and had up against his chest. The same hands that Hagi took her sword from. The same hands that she used to kill, hurt, and feed.

Familiar hands touched her shoulders, pulling her up. She gazed into the face of her brother, the world seemed clear again. She smiled, her hair falling back.

"Kai?" she asked, touching his face. She was not far from her tomb.

"You look so young," Saya said.

"You shouldn't have awoken yet, it's only been three years Saya. We were afraid you lost control again," Kai said as he helped her up and placed his jacket around her thin twitching shoulders. Something shivered against Saya's heart, feeding off it, bleeding it.

"Kai...Where's my Hagi?" Saya asked. Please let memories lie, just this once. Saya hoped