Greatwater Lake trying to fit beneath the skin

a glimpse skyward as scarab and maegi reach the lake tells him that soon the light would disappear and in its place the shadows of night would veil the world. already, they come out to play, stretching as they dance upon the earth. scarab's lapis lazuli gaze watches maegi as she moves to the lake and a few seconds later, follows her lead, bowing his own head to lap at the water. it's frigid and he shivers slightly as it slides down his throat to settle in his stomach. still, it is refreshing.

scarab's ear twitches in maegi's direction at her question but he stares at his distorted reflection in the unstill water's surface, considering it. a heavy sigh spills from betwixt his lips. how does he feel? i'm ...— regretful? sure, in the face of it he feels doubt. nervous, i guess. nervous that he'd be right and his family would be dead. nervous that they wouldn't be dead. how could he face them ...knowing what he's become in the name of survival?

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