[Cecelia feels an unpleasant twinge - a gnawing discontent that she'll have better words for later. it's the fear that she's watching someone she cares for so strongly sink into deeper tides than she can reach - that the effort of trying would be moot and, not just that...wrong of her to try.
muted and muffled, some notion in her stings with nostalgia.
she's faced these kinds of fates before, somehow. perhaps not with him, but someone, somewhere. a dreadful sense of inevitability makes her shiver and hug her arms to herself once more.]
...Please don't use it again, Diluc. If it's going to hurt you, or imbue you with that kind of...rage. [her expression winces, face reddening.] I'm sure it's...childish to ask that, considering everything, but--
[but if he's not lost to that sea yet, can't she still reach?]
I only mean to...[inhale. little exhale.] To appeal for the you who wished to still hang onto the you that you are. Despite what comes to torment you. Past or present.
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[Cecelia feels an unpleasant twinge - a gnawing discontent that she'll have better words for later. it's the fear that she's watching someone she cares for so strongly sink into deeper tides than she can reach - that the effort of trying would be moot and, not just that...wrong of her to try.
muted and muffled, some notion in her stings with nostalgia.
she's faced these kinds of fates before, somehow. perhaps not with him, but someone, somewhere. a dreadful sense of inevitability makes her shiver and hug her arms to herself once more.]
...Please don't use it again, Diluc. If it's going to hurt you, or imbue you with that kind of...rage. [her expression winces, face reddening.] I'm sure it's...childish to ask that, considering everything, but--
[but if he's not lost to that sea yet, can't she still reach?]
I only mean to...[inhale. little exhale.] To appeal for the you who wished to still hang onto the you that you are. Despite what comes to torment you. Past or present.
I hope you're still him, despite all of this.