[There's nothing left in her, physically or otherwise, to fight his hold. Saya looks up at Karl, directly and unflinchingly for the first time since she woke. She hates the tangible connection between them, but no matter how she tugs and twists it's strong, more so than her will.]
[And it's undeniable, with him watching her and knowing, intimately, just what she needs. Tempting her to ask him for it.]
[She's wavering, and knows he can see every uncertainty, every sickening turn of her stomach that threatens to unravel her.]
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[And it's undeniable, with him watching her and knowing, intimately, just what she needs. Tempting her to ask him for it.]
[She's wavering, and knows he can see every uncertainty, every sickening turn of her stomach that threatens to unravel her.]