[ Like Sayaka is holding a knife, McGillis is holding a gun... holding being a generous term for it resting loosely in his hand on the floor next to him. Normally he'd feel the need to be vigilant, to defend himself, but... What's the point? What's the point of any of this, when everything should have ended already? The curtain has closed and opened again on an encore he never practiced for.

He sighs and nods. ]

It's all gone, yes.

[ There's supposed to be a bullet in his chest and it's been ripped from him. Irrationally, this makes him angry. It hadn't been someone else's to take. ]

If we'd been saved in the conventional way, they would have changed our clothes. We would have scarred.

[ But they haven't. They've been plucked right out of the moment, it seems.

Glancing over at her, McGillis idly wonders how a girl like that got into a lethal knife fight. ]