[ he looks off at nothing in particular. a weird splotch on the concrete of their warehouse. their colorful, eclectic furniture that seems too bright now. ]
Someone asked me what I would do now. Because getting Rin back means I have to win. When... I would've been okay. Just living out the time we have. [ as long as they worked hard together. as long as they survived. ]
[she swallows, looking at it as well. the portrait of all of them as birds, the balloons, which are probably deflated by now. their chart of team ratings]
...Did you know, too? That we were never going to win by having the highest coolness and swimability. But it was a game that I was having fun playing.
[ he doesn't answer the first question right away. ]
I knew. [ he thinks at heart, no matter how lighthearted things were, they all knew. rin, too. he sounds defeated, though he smiles as a helpless little gesture. ] But I was having fun too. We're a good team. ...The best one here.
[ not because he thought they would soundly beat out the competition with their coolness alone, but he felt they were on the same wavelength. he looks over rin's messy handwriting on their wall, bumpy with the uneven texture. it's bold and brash; each word he wrote is bigger than haru's tidy notes. like even that was a competition between them. ]
I don't want to win. I've never cared about winning anything—Rin's always been the competitive one. I don't know... where to go. Since he isn't pushing me anymore.
[she agrees. they all died and were forced into a murder competition and it was still fun. they were happy for a little while. it hurts to lose that most of all.]
I can try to push you, if that's what you need. But I don't really want to. I like you the way you are.
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[ he looks off at nothing in particular. a weird splotch on the concrete of their warehouse. their colorful, eclectic furniture that seems too bright now. ]
Someone asked me what I would do now. Because getting Rin back means I have to win. When... I would've been okay. Just living out the time we have. [ as long as they worked hard together. as long as they survived. ]
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[she swallows, looking at it as well. the portrait of all of them as birds, the balloons, which are probably deflated by now. their chart of team ratings]
...Did you know, too? That we were never going to win by having the highest coolness and swimability. But it was a game that I was having fun playing.
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I knew. [ he thinks at heart, no matter how lighthearted things were, they all knew. rin, too. he sounds defeated, though he smiles as a helpless little gesture. ] But I was having fun too. We're a good team. ...The best one here.
[ not because he thought they would soundly beat out the competition with their coolness alone, but he felt they were on the same wavelength. he looks over rin's messy handwriting on their wall, bumpy with the uneven texture. it's bold and brash; each word he wrote is bigger than haru's tidy notes. like even that was a competition between them. ]
I don't want to win. I've never cared about winning anything—Rin's always been the competitive one. I don't know... where to go. Since he isn't pushing me anymore.
But I can't lose you and Gerard, either.
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[she agrees. they all died and were forced into a murder competition and it was still fun. they were happy for a little while. it hurts to lose that most of all.]
I can try to push you, if that's what you need. But I don't really want to. I like you the way you are.
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he leans his head forward to press onto his knees, and doesn't move. ]
...Let's talk to Gerard.
[ he's not good at making decisions. he is not the swim captain of his club. ]
Ylfa. I like you as you are, too. [ so don't go anywhere. ]
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...talking to gerard seems like a good idea.]