[Not rain; a lake. Something made him go in — he thought he saw her in there. It sounds eerily like her own venture into the spring (those glimpses of things she remembers from way back when, her mother's apron, her father's favorite tie), except that —
How could he have seen her in there? If it was really that spring in the solemn grounds, then it should've only been for people who are —
...dead.
Oh.
Oh, so that's...why.
That recognition only lingers for a few moments, however. Then her own memories of being draw into the spring come rushing back, and it's everything she can do not to jolt upright in horror, eyes wide as she searches his expression like she's looking for even the slightest trace of the same crystalline growth that had infected her.]
You went in?! Into that spring?!
[Then that's why. That's what made him afraid. It swallowed him up, too, just like it tried to devour her.]
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[Not rain; a lake. Something made him go in — he thought he saw her in there. It sounds eerily like her own venture into the spring (those glimpses of things she remembers from way back when, her mother's apron, her father's favorite tie), except that —
How could he have seen her in there? If it was really that spring in the solemn grounds, then it should've only been for people who are —
...dead.
Oh.
Oh, so that's...why.
That recognition only lingers for a few moments, however. Then her own memories of being draw into the spring come rushing back, and it's everything she can do not to jolt upright in horror, eyes wide as she searches his expression like she's looking for even the slightest trace of the same crystalline growth that had infected her.]
You went in?! Into that spring?!
[Then that's why. That's what made him afraid. It swallowed him up, too, just like it tried to devour her.]
You...didn't know where I was, so you thought...