[He blinks at her when she takes his hand, listening as she pours words over him like an overflowing vessel into a waiting pool. It's not that everything she says is kind, necessarily, or that she can have any more insight into Kamiki's fate than he does, or that saying he couldn't fail makes it real.
But she's reaching him. Touching him, despite the ocean of distance that's always held him, even before he was named for the sea.]
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But she's reaching him. Touching him, despite the ocean of distance that's always held him, even before he was named for the sea.]