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By the end of it, even a Magical Girl would stop to breathe, and so Emma rests her head against the nearest railing, gasping, saving some of her breath to scold Angel for being so inconsiderate. But when she’s ready to go… when she looks up, through the thick, wall-spanning window right in front of her nose, as droplets of rain draw wet lines from the outside…
Emma loses all of her breath at once.
The horizon is so cleanly drawn that little Emma sees nothing but the blue above and the blue below, and the gray clouds taking over heaven. Hypnotized, she can’t help but feel slightly dizzy, as if she was just floating outside amidst all of that blue. But then she looks down. Underfoot, with only glass standing between her and a long fall, like an endless, lively festival, is what would be the deck of a cruiser. Of a massive cruiser. Of a cruiser-city, the biggest cruiser of them all. And it looks fantastic.
She’s on a cruiser in the middle of the sea. The realization itself instantly turns Emma herself into an anchor. If she were to be thrown overseas, the cruiser would stay in place. Slowly, she dares to look away from all of that immensity threatening to swallow her whole. At the far end of the crimson carpet, from behind yet another corner, Angel is looking after her.
And then she’s not.
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">OH, COME ON!</span>
