Round 200

Halie moved toward Jeane with careful control, her blue-grey eyes steady despite the strain visible around them. "Jeane," she said, voice firm but without hostility, "you're not alone in this. We'll find a way through it together—one that doesn't involve hurting anyone or sacrificing your dignity." Her gaze shifted momentarily to Silra's back as the engineer worked on the door frame, then returned to Jeane with unwavering focus. "I don't believe in throwing people away for the sake of convenience, even if it's a building asking us to." The room felt like it was holding its breath around them, the air thick with unspoken tension and the constant, pulsing demand from the structure itself.

She stepped closer, maintaining distance but offering presence. "Talk to me. What's going on inside your head right now?" Her eyes searched Jeane's for any sign of the friend she knew before this madness began. The building's demands echoed through her skull—fuck, suck, breed—but she pushed them aside, focusing on Jeane instead. This was about more than just surviving the next hour; it was about saving a person from herself. "We can figure something out together."