[ She had not called for Hei but there was no need for it as he shifts, the dim light from the overhead lamp falling across his face as he turned to watch Saya make her last farewells. He waited, giving her time, giving her space. He held his tongue knowing that she would soon fade and then there would be no more excuses, no more time for hesitation.
Except there was. The bracelet on his ankle was a trap. There would be no bright flash of light to end her life; his promise made moot. She would be disappointed.
But he held his tongue, allowing her the peace she needed, the dream of death that he had promised. She may hate him, later, but he would live. And once all calls were done, Hei stood, gently removing the device from her near nerveless fingers and setting it to the side. ]
Saya... You should sleep. [ he smoothed her hair, brushed her face. A memory to remember. There would be no more after this. ]