[Utena exhales; the breath escapes her in a burst of foggy air. Her focus stays on the iced-over lake.] I remember...mm, I'd like to swim again too.
[She tucks in her knees close to her chest. The memory of Vanille flickers to the forefront of her mind, and then it's gone. She wonders if people really do go home when they leave this place. Sometimes she isn't sure if her own return trip was real or not.] It's too bad we don't have skates. I wonder if the ice is strong enough for that.
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[Utena exhales; the breath escapes her in a burst of foggy air. Her focus stays on the iced-over lake.] I remember...mm, I'd like to swim again too.
[She tucks in her knees close to her chest. The memory of Vanille flickers to the forefront of her mind, and then it's gone. She wonders if people really do go home when they leave this place. Sometimes she isn't sure if her own return trip was real or not.] It's too bad we don't have skates. I wonder if the ice is strong enough for that.