SATORI: Lucky? Please. I wouldn't be a satori if the mere presence of a murderous intent didn't wake me up from being damn near comatose. It's not the first time it's saved my life, either; my species is not popular. Though to your credit, you weren't trying to mask it with some nonsensical song -- my species is also immune to earworms.
SATORI: In any event, there will be no further attempts on my life, or else.
YASORA: Y-you can't harm me! You can't remove me from that raven without killing her!
SATORI: I know that. Such a thing would annihilate your soul, too. But Yasora, I can make your existence a real hell. I can do it in ways that you can't even imagine, with the life you led before. And I can do it without Utsuho even noticing.
YASORA: What could you possibly ...?
SATORI: I can still read your mind, you know. Go ahead. Make my day.