There wasn't room for coherent thought. Just a sense of
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confusion as she flailed for what she thought might be the surface.
It was strange how a part of herself stepped back and watched it all with a sort of vague fascination -- acceptance, even. Her lack of fear didn't even come as a surprise, nor did her conflicting actions in light of her sudden certainty. She fought because she didn't want to die, not when it wasn't going to count for anything. She accepted death because she had stopped fearing it sometime in between the van and the half-moon scar on her hand, and because as hard as her body struggled to swim and not to breathe, she didn't have that hollow ache in her chest any more.
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confusion as she flailed for what she thought might be the surface.
It was strange how a part of herself stepped back and watched it all with a sort of vague fascination -- acceptance, even. Her lack of fear didn't even come as a surprise, nor did her conflicting actions in light of her sudden certainty. She fought because she didn't want to die, not when it wasn't going to count for anything. She accepted death because she had stopped fearing it sometime in between the van and the half-moon scar on her hand, and because as hard as her body struggled to swim and not to breathe, she didn't have that hollow ache in her chest any more.