[L squints against the rain, wondering for a moment if the Sun has slipped from behind the clouds and made a home in Paul, here to blind him while attempting to light his way.
Stop; you don't have to damage this, and us. You can make something whole by healing it, however counterintuitive it feels.]
I aim to. My guide has found me again.
[Sure enough, a dorsal fin cuts through the floodwater. He turns with one more backward glance at Paul as she darts closer to the plateau, the water so high now it's almost lapping at the top.]
Trust me?
[Paul can spare it, he thinks, the corner of his eye catching that strange, squirming shadow in Paul's hand. Paul can spare the gentle grace and let him leap.]
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Stop; you don't have to damage this, and us. You can make something whole by healing it, however counterintuitive it feels.]
I aim to. My guide has found me again.
[Sure enough, a dorsal fin cuts through the floodwater. He turns with one more backward glance at Paul as she darts closer to the plateau, the water so high now it's almost lapping at the top.]
Trust me?
[Paul can spare it, he thinks, the corner of his eye catching that strange, squirming shadow in Paul's hand. Paul can spare the gentle grace and let him leap.]