[ . . . Mmm. The vampire hears it out, all of it. The response, the panic, the terror. a lot of her wants to reach out and touch the girl, even if the thought of that, the knowledge that this is what is most true in her heart makes her throat rise up with bile.

... Why and when did she care so much?

She can't come up with an answer, really. So she opts to just go on instinct the same way she always has. and really, unless she pops off someone in the next few days, it's not like any of these people are going to not be privy to it. She hums, reaches into her dress, takes out the envelope and flicks it towards Sayaka. ]

It's always trite to hear in the thick of it, I know, but there's something to be said for building up something from nothing, even if you have lost it all.