[ Even with his weakness, his weight alone is enough to pin her leg in place. Her little bursts of resistance, futile as they've been, have drained her of her last reserves. She wills and begs her arm to wrench itself free or for her body to roll him off-balance. Her arm doesn't manage any more than a whisper of a tug; her body only sways, not nearly enough to affect Silco's posture.
She can feel his eyes bearing down on her. She understands that what she has left in her isn't enough. Silco's — reassurance? lecture? — falls on numb ears. A frustrated prickling at her eyes cuts through the oppressive cold throttling her, which plunges well beyond the physical as the inevitability of death sinks into her.
Only her voice is left to her, but even now she doesn't use it to curse Silco or deliver meaningful parting words. Instead she swallows a hard gasp of air as if it might give her strength, and continues to struggle in her futile way against Silco's hold. She hears a grunt turned into a strained growl in her ears, and doesn't register that it's coming from her own throat. ]
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She can feel his eyes bearing down on her. She understands that what she has left in her isn't enough. Silco's — reassurance? lecture? — falls on numb ears. A frustrated prickling at her eyes cuts through the oppressive cold throttling her, which plunges well beyond the physical as the inevitability of death sinks into her.
Only her voice is left to her, but even now she doesn't use it to curse Silco or deliver meaningful parting words. Instead she swallows a hard gasp of air as if it might give her strength, and continues to struggle in her futile way against Silco's hold. She hears a grunt turned into a strained growl in her ears, and doesn't register that it's coming from her own throat. ]