Then, Fenimore speaks up. Softly, as though she's holding something fragile, even almost depressive.]
Ever since I heard the rumors of the birth of the Merines, I'd wondered what sort of person it would be. And after I was captured, my faith in the existence of the Merines grew even stronger. The whole time, I prayed for the Merines to help us . . . to lead the people of the water to salvation.
["But" only hangs in the air for so long. Fenimore's tone is now one of escalating rage, perhaps nailing the reason why Shirley was hesitant for Walter to reveal her identity. Or perhaps not. Either way, Fenimore's shyness has been cast aside as she reacts in bitter anger.]
But . . . it's you! Where were you while my friends were being killed one-by-one?! Living with Orerines? With Senel? [Walter's breath hitches. Even the dream seems to distort for a bit, before straightening.] I have no one left! All of my friends were killed and you did nothing! If you are the Merines, then act like one and fulfill your duty!
[Walter's voice cuts through her venting. Quiet and intense, gentle and severe. Fenimore is a Ferines, and a young victim at that, but he won't allow even her to dirty Shirley's image. To hurt her, when Shirley, too, is a victim. They shouldn't be fighting.]
That's enough.
Walter! Don't you have anything to say to her?
[He doesn't even have to stop to think.]
I have faith in the Merines.
[Shirley's gasp is the last sound heard as Walter crashes forward. So does the memory, falling to darkness and ejecting Zelda with Walter's "fading" consciousness—only for him to wake in his apartment unit, shooting up into a sitting position. He seethes, remembering the publicized nature of his sleep.
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Then, Fenimore speaks up. Softly, as though she's holding something fragile, even almost depressive.]
Ever since I heard the rumors of the birth of the Merines, I'd wondered what sort of person it would be. And after I was captured, my faith in the existence of the Merines grew even stronger. The whole time, I prayed for the Merines to help us . . . to lead the people of the water to salvation.
["But" only hangs in the air for so long. Fenimore's tone is now one of escalating rage, perhaps nailing the reason why Shirley was hesitant for Walter to reveal her identity. Or perhaps not. Either way, Fenimore's shyness has been cast aside as she reacts in bitter anger.]
But . . . it's you! Where were you while my friends were being killed one-by-one?! Living with Orerines? With Senel? [Walter's breath hitches. Even the dream seems to distort for a bit, before straightening.] I have no one left! All of my friends were killed and you did nothing! If you are the Merines, then act like one and fulfill your duty!
[Walter's voice cuts through her venting. Quiet and intense, gentle and severe. Fenimore is a Ferines, and a young victim at that, but he won't allow even her to dirty Shirley's image. To hurt her, when Shirley, too, is a victim. They shouldn't be fighting.]
That's enough.
Walter! Don't you have anything to say to her?
[He doesn't even have to stop to think.]
I have faith in the Merines.
[Shirley's gasp is the last sound heard as Walter crashes forward. So does the memory, falling to darkness and ejecting Zelda with Walter's "fading" consciousness—only for him to wake in his apartment unit, shooting up into a sitting position. He seethes, remembering the publicized nature of his sleep.
Bastards.]