[ The breeze brings with it the salty scent of the sea and the gentle sound of water swirling, shifting and undulating into... something. There is still no sound from Childe, no indication as to what exactly he's doing or why, and perhaps Diluc should be grateful for the fact that there is no Harbinger to intrude on his thoughts and muddle them all up again.
Another splash sounds, a little closer this time. And then another, and another, and perhaps it is Childe, or perhaps the ocean is simply roiling under the command of something far more stronger than it.
Maybe it's even telling that there is no sea mist to spray Diluc in the face. Even more so is the fact that the waves seem to be receding as though pulled away by magnetism or drawn out by the tide.
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Another splash sounds, a little closer this time. And then another, and another, and perhaps it is Childe, or perhaps the ocean is simply roiling under the command of something far more stronger than it.
Maybe it's even telling that there is no sea mist to spray Diluc in the face. Even more so is the fact that the waves seem to be receding as though pulled away by magnetism or drawn out by the tide.
But Childe still doesn't respond. ]