[She tilts her head, watching his struggling for a moment with something like detached curiosity, not seeming either disappointed or surprised that he is able to suppress the pain, or at least the initial spark of it.]
You're wrong. It will guarantee enough. You don't know how it is, do you? I have never been accustomed to being... uncertain. [Powerless, knowing that even with her mind, her skills, it might not be enough.]
[She crouches down, level with him, tightening the webs around him, spinning what remains of them around her own wrist.] You're thinking if he knows, aren't you? Well... if I were you, I would hope not.