[Perhaps thwarting his attempt at a connection, her hand is cold and still, barely twitching when his hand covers hers, an instinctive pull toward his skin-warmth.]
[Her headshake, too, is barely visible.] You're a good person. I wish... it had been different. I had been different.
[Eye falling closed, Saya waits for her dizzy spell to settle before going on. That was more words than her failing lungs can handle, but she has so many that need saying. She shouldn't have waited, but such is the nature of goodbyes. She always believes, hopes, there will be enough time. And there never is.]