[Are they bluffing? Something clenches in their chest, but they don't move, don't waver. Are they really okay with this? Are they afraid? Shouldn't they be?
They steel themselves, because it's easier to play their part than think about the meaning of it. Interpretation is for the audience, not the actors.
They close their eyes. The rain comes down.
They imagine a Sadness could inflict something like this—water shot out like an arrow, thin as a needle. The leaves above them are shredded to tatters, but they'll have to mourn the tree later. Their body doesn't fare much better. Red mixes with the rain and soil, light sputters and flares within their fading vision, and]
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They steel themselves, because it's easier to play their part than think about the meaning of it. Interpretation is for the audience, not the actors.
They close their eyes. The rain comes down.
They imagine a Sadness could inflict something like this—water shot out like an arrow, thin as a needle. The leaves above them are shredded to tatters, but they'll have to mourn the tree later. Their body doesn't fare much better. Red mixes with the rain and soil, light sputters and flares within their fading vision, and]