[ Saya's hand stops moving. The smell of roses is everywhere, and she's running, her hand gripping the cool iron of an ornate key. A stone corridor flashes as she runs past sunlit windows, then runs on in the darkness as she leaves the windows behind. And she knows what she's about to see. ]
[ Instead, she shakes her head hard. She's not ready. ]
N-no, I wasn't going to. It sounds like a very nice plan.
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[ Saya's hand stops moving. The smell of roses is everywhere, and she's running, her hand gripping the cool iron of an ornate key. A stone corridor flashes as she runs past sunlit windows, then runs on in the darkness as she leaves the windows behind. And she knows what she's about to see. ]
[ Instead, she shakes her head hard. She's not ready. ]
N-no, I wasn't going to. It sounds like a very nice plan.