[ The oppressive atmosphere makes her close in on herself. The only comforting thing to be seen is him. But seeing him like this, that's a pain she hasn't known before. There's nothing here she can just shoot and make the problem go away for him. So what use is she. She's not sure there's even anywhere else they can go but she has to try, reaching out as she approaches. The stability of touching another person is as much for herself as it is for him. All she needs is a glance at that lake to know she doesn't want to see more. ]
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I don't like this. We're leaving.