[ she's close to the outcropping, close enough that she could claim victory, but this time-- maybe the only time, Makoto abandons the goal.
Somewhat. In the end, when she turns, and he's not there, and there's no actual splashing forward movements where she thinks there ought to be and there's that note again, something's wrong-- she takes a deep breath and uses that part of the rock still under the water to push off back toward him. The force, the slip, scrapes a foot in the process, but she's too busy swimming his way to care.
... She misses him resurfacing, but she'll pop back up in a minute. ]
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Somewhat. In the end, when she turns, and he's not there, and there's no actual splashing forward movements where she thinks there ought to be and there's that note again, something's wrong-- she takes a deep breath and uses that part of the rock still under the water to push off back toward him. The force, the slip, scrapes a foot in the process, but she's too busy swimming his way to care.
... She misses him resurfacing, but she'll pop back up in a minute. ]