But you didn't stay dead, did you, demon? The dryad made it so that it never even happened. Call if what you like, but I am the one who decides when we are even!

[She does nothing to stop his hand. Let him scratch at her, let him scrabble for a grip to try and pry her hand off him, let him... slide his hand across her skin? Hayame's lips curls back in disgust as her fingers tighten on his throat.]

I granted you a stay as long as you stayed out of my sight.

[His touch makes her sick. His words make her furious. The makeshift weapon twitches in her grip. The longer she lets him talk the more he will weave his twisted little story, the more of a fool he will make her out to be-]

So blame whatever little deal you made if you must, Gabriel, but I will have a revenge that lasts!

[It's the only warning he has, that anyone watching has, before she viciously stabs the rusted spear tip into his left eye.]