[The water is cold, but Fuu doesn't feel it as keenly as Yeul does. Maybe that's specific to her own changes -- she feels more comfortable, being near the water, even if it's cold. She's never really been big on thinking about how the changes affect more than just her appearance, to be honest -- always, she wants to remain herself. But there are certain things that she can't ignore. Denial doesn't do anyone any good, right?
She doesn't miss the chill shuddering through Yeul's figure, or that slight hesitation...
To an extent, she realizes what's happening, that she's the one drawing Yeul forward. A deep, distant sense of guilt settles in her chest because of it. But whatever it is -- there's a part of her that knows, knows, she can't stop it. She can't turn it off.
But she hesitates anyway.]
It's...a lot easier if you use a fishing line. Or a net...
[She clings to each word she says, as if they'll bring her back from the brink. As if speaking will make any of this seem normal.]
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She doesn't miss the chill shuddering through Yeul's figure, or that slight hesitation...
To an extent, she realizes what's happening, that she's the one drawing Yeul forward. A deep, distant sense of guilt settles in her chest because of it. But whatever it is -- there's a part of her that knows, knows, she can't stop it. She can't turn it off.
But she hesitates anyway.]
It's...a lot easier if you use a fishing line. Or a net...
[She clings to each word she says, as if they'll bring her back from the brink. As if speaking will make any of this seem normal.]