[The cane slides through Kanaya's back and scrapes past her ribcage. She glaces down dumbly before rounding about, cane skewer and all, with a tube of lipstick in her hand already morphing into an instrument that should be familiar under its fresh new coat of blue. The screaming rattle of Kanaya's chainsaw shakes the walls and drowns out everything else, and it advances on Terezi with dreadful purpose.]