A weapon that accepts their role. Wielded by one they trust. But you are a double edged sword. Drawing the blood and pain of the one you trust as you cut them along with those you are turned against.

[The masked person giggles as they spin Saya.] For all a weapon can do is kill and bring pain and suffering. And you, my Queen, are a sharp blade. One who leaves behind nothing but blood and beautiful red jewels of death in her wake. Such is your destiny.