[ Stuffed toy or not, his life is always in her hands. It may be Saya's blood that can end him. But she can extinguish the light in his eyes, his thoughts, his very Karl-ness, with a simple word or glance. Or nothing at all. ]
[ If he could tremble under the wake of her nail, he would. As it is, all he can do is squirm. ]
I do. It's a curse -- it will end by this weekend, you'll see.
[ He wouldn't lie to her. Unlike Amshel, who manipulates as easily as breathing, Solomon, who embellishes and paints pretty pictures with words, and Nathan, who always hides behind enigmatic riddles, Karl's always been the honest one. Straightforward to a fault. ]
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[ If he could tremble under the wake of her nail, he would. As it is, all he can do is squirm. ]
I do. It's a curse -- it will end by this weekend, you'll see.
[ He wouldn't lie to her. Unlike Amshel, who manipulates as easily as breathing, Solomon, who embellishes and paints pretty pictures with words, and Nathan, who always hides behind enigmatic riddles, Karl's always been the honest one. Straightforward to a fault. ]