[It's a pleasant thought. She could get used to opening up. That's what her own memories had taught her, right? She could trust Claudine, trust that they were equal enough to win the Revues.
And maybe, if that was all there had been to her dream, she could get behind that. Instead --
that question stops her short. The breath rushes from her lungs, and suddenly she's not in the pool, in the school, anywhere near this place. She's on a stage, one that shines a sickly yellow, and she can't see.
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[It's a pleasant thought. She could get used to opening up. That's what her own memories had taught her, right? She could trust Claudine, trust that they were equal enough to win the Revues.
And maybe, if that was all there had been to her dream, she could get behind that. Instead --
that question stops her short. The breath rushes from her lungs, and suddenly she's not in the pool, in the school, anywhere near this place. She's on a stage, one that shines a sickly yellow, and she can't see.
It's dazzling.]
-- Long. It was long.