[ Clair turns away from the water, and there's—Red, the real one. (The real one?) For a moment, she just stares at the other woman, still shaken. It shows on her face, in her wide eyes and unsteady breathing. ]
Red...?
[ If she's here, then... is this her memory? Her head still spinning, Clair starts walking closer to Red—and finally notices the figure slumped against the wall, half in shadow and eerily still, the large blue sword she recognizes well jutting out perpendicular to his body. Then—Boxer's familiar voice, the sword pulsing with light in time to the cadence of it. ]
What is happening?
[ She turns her gaze back to Red, beseeching. Her heart tells her that Boxer is—that something is very wrong, something irreparable, but she doesn't want to believe it. ]
i'm never tagging you again
Red...?
[ If she's here, then... is this her memory? Her head still spinning, Clair starts walking closer to Red—and finally notices the figure slumped against the wall, half in shadow and eerily still, the large blue sword she recognizes well jutting out perpendicular to his body. Then—Boxer's familiar voice, the sword pulsing with light in time to the cadence of it. ]
What is happening?
[ She turns her gaze back to Red, beseeching. Her heart tells her that Boxer is—that something is very wrong, something irreparable, but she doesn't want to believe it. ]