[As Jessica ducks inside the tent, she'll be treated to a sight: since Sayo insisted on doing her first aid herself for most of her wounds (as a treat for Himiko), she's shrugged off her gi to bandage them, leaving only her chest covered by a sports bra and the rest of her body exposed. Sayo isn't exactly muscular—her hormone deficiencies make it almost impossible to build and maintain much tissue—but she's much more fit than she'd ever been at the mansion; body still slim but toned rather than twiggy. What hasn't changed but is new to Jessica nonetheless are the jagged, stretched-out surgical scars across her lower abdomen, reaching down into her pants before disappearing out of sight. No wonder that Sayo wears modest, concealing outfits even on her better days.

She wipes some sweat from her forehead and reaches down to wrap the next gash, too focused on her task to notice Jessica's presence until she speaks. Sayo startles, eyes widening as she struggles to process that Jessica was even here. What could she want now? (A ridiculous thought strikes Sayo: she'd already returned the mixtape, so there shouldn't owe anything else. Right?)]

Jessica...-san, [she says, stumbling to add the proper honorific.] Er, sure. [Her expression folds into melancholy as Sayo realizes what Jessica must be here for.] I suppose it would sting for both of us if we didn't say goodbye properly. You can't communicate everything with your fists, no matter how much Lawrence-sensei makes us try. [A hesitant, slightly forced laugh.

Sayo has no idea what to do here. It was supposed to be over, but...]