[ She offers this simply, stepping around him in a stubborn refusal to accept the way he tries to hide his face by turning away. Whatever is here with them, whatever she feels hanging over them both, she knows that surrendering to it will not end well. It is angry and bitter and jealous. It wants to split them apart; the only way to fight it, then, is to pull closer together. She reaches out to touch his arm under the water. ]
You aren't the same. I can feel it. [ She, who is connected to both, can see they are separate entities. ] You felt it in me too.
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[ She offers this simply, stepping around him in a stubborn refusal to accept the way he tries to hide his face by turning away. Whatever is here with them, whatever she feels hanging over them both, she knows that surrendering to it will not end well. It is angry and bitter and jealous. It wants to split them apart; the only way to fight it, then, is to pull closer together. She reaches out to touch his arm under the water. ]
You aren't the same. I can feel it. [ She, who is connected to both, can see they are separate entities. ] You felt it in me too.