[ Haruki''s breath hitches, and she sucks in a sharp breath when the cold steel meets her flesh. It hurts. Isuke's breath on her neck brings an odd contrast to the feeling. The knife's cold but her neck feels warm. ]

I'm - [ Another wince. Damn knife ] - not lying to you.

[ With a swift motion, she elbows Isuke in the gut and knocks her away ]

If you're not going to believe me, do I need to prove myself to you? I'll go ahead and do so gladly.

[ She pulls the knife out with a grunt, her fingers tightly holding onto it. ]