[ At first, Xion wants to resist. The psychic pull that drew her into the water makes her want to keep going.
But all the pieces of her that had already started to resist are the pieces of her that make her move with him, that make her feet unquestioningly obey even while her mouth tries to protest. So he'll find she goes with him willingly even as she says those words, or turns her head to look back at the water.
Even those protests don't last long. A few dogged shakes of her head and she's entirely on board, stubbornly looking only at the shore - and then up at him. ]
... it's okay. I should be thanking you. I don't know what I ... was doing out there in the first place.
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[ At first, Xion wants to resist. The psychic pull that drew her into the water makes her want to keep going.
But all the pieces of her that had already started to resist are the pieces of her that make her move with him, that make her feet unquestioningly obey even while her mouth tries to protest. So he'll find she goes with him willingly even as she says those words, or turns her head to look back at the water.
Even those protests don't last long. A few dogged shakes of her head and she's entirely on board, stubbornly looking only at the shore - and then up at him. ]
... it's okay. I should be thanking you. I don't know what I ... was doing out there in the first place.