[Silco follows her up to the walkway, stumbles a few more times but never falls, and never asks for help. His mind is still ticking over, considering the situation, how he can best assuage or provoke her.
But instead of finding some sharp line to say, curiosity overtakes him as they reach the first railing, and he takes a moment, gripping it, to catch his breath, under the guise of asking:]
Did it happen to you too? Swimming here.
[Being some thing more than human. He can still feel it in himself, a comfortable certainty that this is who and what he was always meant to be.]
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But instead of finding some sharp line to say, curiosity overtakes him as they reach the first railing, and he takes a moment, gripping it, to catch his breath, under the guise of asking:]
Did it happen to you too? Swimming here.
[Being some thing more than human. He can still feel it in himself, a comfortable certainty that this is who and what he was always meant to be.]