[Tohsaka plucks the shard from the hollow of her neck. Like pulling a pendant off a choker. The gem's size and shape resembles the jewel her father passed down to her. Triangular in shape and... well, it used to be a brilliant ruby color. Right now it's clouded. Reflecting her discord and uncertainty. The dark of an ocean roiling and dangerous from a storm.
The shard is presented in her open, upward facing palm.]
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The shard is presented in her open, upward facing palm.]