For the first few minutes Cally had simply shaded her eyes – she had spared a brief smile at Haibara, just to be polite about all of this, but mainly she’d been watching up high above; watching the fight between Weber, if that was truly his name, and the other man. Her face hadn’t changed much, but she had been watching them intently; watching their fight play out.

She winces as the other man’s head comes off, the only concession to emotion that she’ll actually make upon this day, presses her hand to her heart in a mild prayer for his soul and then, finally, turns back to her opponent – a wry smile lifting the edge of her lips, but only just. “Well, at least they’re sorry – we have to take what we can get at the moment.”

Which isn’t much – she might come back; but she’s not quite sure how she feels about that. How it’d feel to, technically, be the zombie this time instead of the one in power.

She wonders if she’ll have tales to tell to the other necromancers after this, she wonders if she’ll get a new lease of life after this, she wonders if her questions don’t matter and she’ll just get eaten by The Goddess anyway… And, above all, she wonders if those she’s leaving behind will be alright.

Actually, she more hopes that they’ll be alright – perhaps she won’t mind being a technical zombie so much if she gets to see them again; River, Tuomas, Satoshi, Sophia… No, no – best not to think on that. She can resist emotion; she’s a necromancer – it’s in her blood.

There’s no point in thinking about it; it’s entirely out of her hands.

So instead she sets her shoulders high; and gives Haibara a faintly regretful smile. “But what if I’ve already made my decision?”

The sword that she stole, or borrowed – the terminology doesn’t really seem to matter at the moment, lies hidden in her skirts; blade razor sharp.