...ha. That's also too familiar. I wonder if people like us attract each other like flies to honey. First you and Kainé, then me and her, and now you and me.

Broken birds of a feather waddle together, I suppose. [She lets out a witchy cackle, sounding distinctly unlike herself for a few moments, eyes burning, blazing blue, cruel and distant and longing in equal measure... until Sayo winces, and the bright blue fades, leaving behind what looks like a piercing headache.]

S- Sorry. Looks like she popped in to have her own say. I wonder, is it really Beatrice, or the fragment of her that lurks within me, or just... me?

Fuck, this spice stuff is weird.