_{[Stability was never something she had been granted, either in life or her very mind. Mood swings were common place with her, her desires quick to change on a whim. The peculiar thing about Diva is that there is no fear or regret, not in anything playing out before the two of them. One would wonder if she could even recognize those emotions in herself at all.]}

My sweet sister Saya let me out.

_{[She raises a finger then, to point at a girl dressed like a noblewoman who looks just like her, with red eyes instead of blue, covered in blood and looking horrified, tears streaming down her face.]}

Amshel left a key for her to find and she unlocked the door. In a way it's her fault they all died.