"I think we should let her sleep." You say.
Flandre looks at you.
"I mean, she won't like being woken up, right?" You ask.
Flandre nods and frowns in thought for a moment. "I'm kinda sleepy too."
She looks at the sheet Remilia is under, biting her lip.

Come on Flan, this is elementary.

"You can always get in bed with her. She's your sister."
Flandre smiles up at you. "Yeah!" She says.
Remilia stirs in her sleep and rolls onto her back again.
"Okay. I'm going to sleep for a bit." Flandre says.
Your stomach grumbles again.
"Okay Flan, sleep well." You pat her on the head. "I'm going to get some food and then head to bed myself."

You shut Flandre's bedroom door behind you after she hugs you goodnight.

You just did something good. Really, really good. You've helped make a significant step in healing whatever rift exists in Remilia's mind between her and her sister. You feel like crying a few manly tears, but you're too hungry to pause on your way to the kitchen. Once there you grab some food, nothing special. Just a lot of toast and some buttered crumpets. Crumpets? Considering she comes from an age when France was constantly at war with England, you wonder if English crumpets are some kind of guilty pleasure for Remilia. Whatever, they still taste good.

"Going to do all that washing up?"
You almost jump out of your skin. Sakuya appeared almost silently from that back corridor. You swallow the mouthful of crumpet you almost chocked on.
"Evening Sakuya."
"Isn't it a bit late for toast?" She asks.
"I didn't get time for a proper meal."
Her expression hardens a little.
"Why?"
No point lying, nothing bad happened.
"I was reading a book to Flandre ... actually." You have a brainwave. "Come see."
You walk over to the kitchen door.
"Er! Washing up?" Sakuya points to your used plate and knife.
"In a minute, I promise." You say. "Just come see this first."
Sakuya sighs and rolls her eyes, following you out of the kitchen doors.

As you lead her towards Flandre's room she starts to frown.
"You went into her room?" She asks.
"Yeah, she led me there, don't worry."
Sakuya stays silent.

You lead her down the stairs and stop at the door to Flandre's room. Sakuya just stands there with her arms crossed, looking unimpressed.
"Brace yourself." You say.
You open the door just a fraction, to check. Then you open it wider.

It's utter bliss.

Flandre and Remilia are both under the blanket. You can't see how much Flandre is wearing now but her waistcoat and skirt are lying on the floor next to the bed. Flandre is on her back and Remilia has rolled over in her sleep again, this time putting her arm around Flandre's tummy.

Sakuya peeks into the room over your shoulder. You hear her gasp quietly.

Then there is a click, missing frames. Suddenly you're back upstairs and Sakuya is holding you against the wall by the front of your shirt. There is a very long silver knife gripped in her other hand and several identical knives floating in the air around her, all pointed at you. Her knuckles are white and her face is crimson with rage.
"What the fucking hell do you think you're playing at?" She spits the words out between clenched teeth, keeping her voice down. You can see the broken metal door to Flandre's room just behind her.

[ ] Say nothing.
[ ] Call for help.
[ ] Ask her what she means, you're innocent.
[ ] Beg for mercy.
[ ] Tell her she should be thanking you.
[ ] Kick her in the gut.