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Despite her certainty that she would explode (distinegrate, dissolve, turn to dust), when Max drew forwards, the effect was so much the opposite of what she had been clenching her teeth for. She felt grounded. The point of contact was the brief eye of a storm.

A small gasp escapes between her teeth. She works hard to blink the tears away, which rendered the girl in front of her a sea of brown and green. "Doesn't matter anymore." Her voice is muffled, petulant. She sounds almost like a child rubbing away his tears with fists. "We're still alive, aren't we?" Now she sounds indignant. Feline stuffs down her emotions into a little box at the back of her mind.

"What've you been doing?" she says; the waver in her voice not yet killed. "You're not running anymore, right?"