[ One long deep breath, hands still shaking. Another. The answer seems to come on its own. ]
...the beach.
[ A gentle familiar voice reassuring her as it unwrapped the towel she'd tried to hide herself in, a banana boat, chasing lobsters (for some reason), feeling protected on all sides despite the crowd.
Feeling, for the first time in months, like she can talk without a heavy weight pressing down on her lungs.
But when... when was this? H-how-? She looks up at Makoto, a confused sort of desperation in her eyes. She doesn't know what's going on but... you do, right? ]
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...the beach.
[ A gentle
familiarvoice reassuring her as it unwrapped the towel she'd tried to hide herself in, a banana boat, chasing lobsters (for some reason), feeling protected on all sides despite the crowd.Feeling, for the first time in months, like she can talk without a heavy weight pressing down on her lungs.
But when... when was this? H-how-? She looks up at Makoto, a confused sort of desperation in her eyes. She doesn't know what's going on but... you do, right? ]