[Maya stares blankly at Giorno for a few moments, and then turns her head like a doorknob to look at the shrine again. She wasn't expecting that question. What a weird question.]
Yes?
[Who even asks that? Of course it's better wet, she's a— mermaid.
Maya looks at Giorno again, up and down. It's very clear she's made some sort of connection in her head, the deliberateness of the motion. And she has, and the revelation she's come to makes his analyzation seem just slightly less scary; he may be mad, she can't decide that just yet, but more than anything he doesn't know where she is coming from. He is a nymph. He is not a mermaid. He is newer, and bolder, and a boy and a leader and so many things that she is not.
He cannot see it her way. She didn't see it her own way when she was a child in Ryslig not so long ago. She didn't understand the wetness, the need for water, just the way she didn't understand any other monster.]
Yes, [she says more definitively.]
I like it wet. The shrine. It's wet because it's mine.
[As hers as the decision to 'follow' the Fog god. As hers as the decision to do, or not to do, as the Fog asks.]
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Yes?
[Who even asks that? Of course it's better wet, she's a— mermaid.
Maya looks at Giorno again, up and down. It's very clear she's made some sort of connection in her head, the deliberateness of the motion. And she has, and the revelation she's come to makes his analyzation seem just slightly less scary; he may be mad, she can't decide that just yet, but more than anything he doesn't know where she is coming from. He is a nymph. He is not a mermaid. He is newer, and bolder, and a boy and a leader and so many things that she is not.
He cannot see it her way. She didn't see it her own way when she was a child in Ryslig not so long ago. She didn't understand the wetness, the need for water, just the way she didn't understand any other monster.]
Yes, [she says more definitively.]
I like it wet. The shrine. It's wet because it's mine.
[As hers as the decision to 'follow' the Fog god. As hers as the decision to do, or not to do, as the Fog asks.]