"Makin' me come back for you...you're so slow, Signum," chides the younger-looking of the interlopers as she wheels forward in a shaky way over the rough ground. Signum darts forward to help the child but is stopped by an absolutely murderous glare.

"Ain't you figured out how to escape yet, Signum?" 'Hayate' demands. "I swear, you're so goddamn stupid! How're you gonna protect me in here? Oh wait, that's right, ya can't do that anyway 'cause you're dead!"

"I'm..." Signum stutters and pauses, "w-what?"

"What do you think happens when you let some whore with anti-magic powers stab you through yer fat chest?" the child demands angrily and vulgarly. "So stupid. And to think I used ta like you for bein' my dumb muscle. Couldn' even do that right, an' ya left me all alone. Even here, I had ta move on on my own. Me an' Vita an' Fate an' everyone left you because yer too dumb to live. Yeah, even dumber'n Vita."

Signum's eyes narrow just a little at that. That was crossing a line. "But...Hayate, I...I want to be with you. That's all I've ever wanted..."

The wheelchair-bound girl glares at the knight with the force of an open-palmed slap. "Swords don't get ta want things."