[ Ryou is lucky. Kougyoku only has eyes for her victim. She can't let him go now. Her golden hairpin glistens under the flickering flames as she pulls it out of its holster once more. She leans in to grab his face with her free hand, squeezing his cheeks. ]

Well, Mr. Norway, I suppose you wish you had helped me avenge Kouha when you still had the chance. Ah, no need to apologize. [ She lets go of his face, almost as if throwing him back on the stone floor as she straightens up and walks away from his body. ] What is done is done, right? It's impossible to take it back.

You may not have done much, but don't you fret. [ Her fingers run down the length of her pin, long and sharp. ] I know what you can do.