[...This man is so kind. Sayaka seems...shocked, really, as she listens to Argenti--she's read plenty of stories about gallant knights in shining armor, the saviors of the people--everything she sees in this man, it radiates genuineness. It radiates light. It's...almost blinding, and she doesn't deserve it. Someone as terrible, awful, horrible as her--

...Sayaka finds herself sniffling a bit, wiping her eyes a bit, and at least making an attempt at a smile.]

...You're...really nice, sir. It's appreciated. I. I hope I never come off like it isn't.

[She's so desperate for some sort of warmth and kindness, something that feels genuine--]

Maizono Sayaka. --Um, Maizono is fine. It's...really kind of you to look out for people like this--you really do seem like a gallant knight from a storybook. It's not a bad thing, at all. It's just...really nice. I'm not used to it.

[She focuses in on what he's said because it's easier than acknowledging what she's done. Even as she tries to get up--which is hard, still holding the weapon that killed her in her hand, the bloody kitchen knife being gripped so hard it's practically a life-line, but--]

But I appreciate it, very much. It's really nice to meet you too, Argenti-san.