It's a short walk to the nearest bus stop, a short walk which you choose not to waste as you pull to a stop for a moment, catching Sayaka's shoulder. She jerks to a stop herself, looking back at you perplexedly, "Homura-chan?"
For an instant, you see Madoka staring back at you, pink eyes curious and concerned, before reality snaps back into place. It may be a similar expression she's wearing, but this is Sayaka, not Madoka...a weird Sayaka, but still just Sayaka.
Regaining your composure with a bit of effort, you try to smile...it's kind of awkward, trying to do that without switching personae, but you do your best, producing something almost like the smile of your past self, "Before we keep going...I wanted to ask you about something. You asked to be my bodyguard before...as an Akemi, that's not exactly unusual, but I'm curious as to your interest. You said something odd before, about your sword...?"
She blinks, looking around self-conciously, "Uh...sure, Homura-chan, but are you sure this is a safe place to talk? I figured we'd talk tonight or something."
You nod in agreement, "That would have been better in many ways, yes, but I wished to speak to you about it before the meeting. A lot of topics may come up, involving magic and...well, call it politics if you'd like. You're not a Puella Magi, and you're not whatever that White Devil is...I need to understand your situation, so that we know what to say and what not to say."
After a moment of hesitation longer, she scratches the back of her neck in discomfort before proceeding, "...alright. I'm not sure if it'll make sense, and it kinda confuses me too, but...that sword is more than a sword. I mean, it is a sword, but it's almost like it's alive or something. I get these...insights, I guess, from it sometimes. Like I know how other weapons work, or how strong they are...remember in SAO? I know swords a little, but as soon as I looked at my weapon...it just all popped right into my head. That's how I knew about that Demon's sword...I could see its shape, and its abilities, and the person trapped inside. I mean, she was just an NPC, but the story is the same, you know?"
Your gaze must have turned incredulous, because she blushes, "Okay...maybe not. How do I put this...all weapons have a story, you know? Who made them, how they were made, what they were made for, how they were used...it doesn't really matter if the story is true, as long as the weapon tells it. Like that sword in the game, the one I was using...it was coded as a game prop, but the story, the legend behind it wasn't like that. It was incomplete and full of holes, but it was the story of a sword, not of a digital model and some code. The Demon's sword had a more complete legend behind it...forged from the Soul of a murdered Saint who had fallen from grace and become a demon, reaching true holiness by choosing goodness over the duties laid upon her by a false god. A pure sword of true nobility, the embodiment of the saintly Soul it was made from, twisted by a true Evil..."
Her eyes lose focus as she tells this "legend" of hers, as if she's seeing something you can't, before refocusing back on you, laughing nervously, "...it's silly, I know. It didn't actually happen, but the Blueblood sword carried that legend just like a real weapon. Ever since I got this Sword of mine, every weapon I look at is like that. Sometimes I even get a little bit out of other objects...even people, just a little."
She glances at you, as if waiting for you to name her a liar, only to go horribly still. A shiver goes down your spine as blue eyes turn to burnished silver, and Sayaka begins to tremble violently...
Options:
[] Try to snap her out of it.
[] Break eye contact.
[] Just wait...you don't know what's happening, but who knows what could happen if you interrupt it?