056 - Her bravery is mistaken for thrashing in the lake
[She staggers onto the plane at the edge of Ammy's forest, unwounded and wearing jeans and a t-shirt that don't quite fit. Misaki seems fine, physically--just a little cut on one cheek, no cause for concern. Two steps, and then she's down on her knees.]
[She heaves once, twice, and nothing comes up, and then just satisfies herself with shuddering. She drags herself upright and walks to the grass, leaning her back against a tree, and then sliding down its length to the ground. Her shirt catches, threads come loose, she doesn't notice. She's crying a bit, though not out of pain or any close loss. It's the scope of the thing. Tears shed over the kind of disaster that gouges a canyon through the familiar and the safe.]
[A whisper, almost an apology:]
They were dead. We thought... we thought they were dead.
[She heaves once, twice, and nothing comes up, and then just satisfies herself with shuddering. She drags herself upright and walks to the grass, leaning her back against a tree, and then sliding down its length to the ground. Her shirt catches, threads come loose, she doesn't notice. She's crying a bit, though not out of pain or any close loss. It's the scope of the thing. Tears shed over the kind of disaster that gouges a canyon through the familiar and the safe.]
[A whisper, almost an apology:]
They were dead. We thought... we thought they were dead.