[It's the truth, no matter how unreal it might sound. Karl doesn't even scare him, usually. There's another careless laugh, light and quick. His hands travel down to take hers while he stares at her intently, eyes meeting. He wants to make sure she gets every word.] I know so.

Different? You're Saya, he's Karl. You're not the same person or something. How much different you wanna be?