[ Her memory of Haku explodes forward beneath them at Chara's words. Chihiro moves, wrapping an arm around Chara's chest, pulling them close as Haku moves like she remembers, brushes by them both until her hand finds a horn and she takes hold, bringing Chara along with her. She knows this routine for all she's only lived through it twice... no, three times. She forgets the first, as she perhaps always will. Three and about to drown and saved by the spirit of the river she'd fallen into. ]
Hold on.
[ It's more suggestion than command. She has every confidence she won't let go or lose them; every confidence she can hold on to the feelings and memories that make Haku tangible, if never truly real. She has to. She's too stubborn to believe otherwise, but it might explain why Haku surges up beneath them with Chara placed in front of Chihiro. It's easier for her to keep her focus when she won't have to worry about someone falling off.
Past that, it's the memory of how it is to fly, only here, in the water, reminding her of what it wasn't like to drown. With remarkable (and mentally taxing) speed, the memory of Haku serpentines them out of the immediate, target range of the Dragon's fury. Part of that joy of a thrill from the flight back from Zeniba's trickles through the warmth, but she holds on hardest to the feeling of love; the motivation that had set her out on the train to beg and apologise for Haku's misdeeds to save his life. ... Even if she still doesn't know he technically had already been saved before she left, but details. SHE'S PRETTY SURE THE JOURNEY HELPED. ]
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Hold on.
[ It's more suggestion than command. She has every confidence she won't let go or lose them; every confidence she can hold on to the feelings and memories that make Haku tangible, if never truly real. She has to. She's too stubborn to believe otherwise, but it might explain why Haku surges up beneath them with Chara placed in front of Chihiro. It's easier for her to keep her focus when she won't have to worry about someone falling off.
Past that, it's the memory of how it is to fly, only here, in the water, reminding her of what it wasn't like to drown. With remarkable (and mentally taxing) speed, the memory of Haku serpentines them out of the immediate, target range of the Dragon's fury. Part of that joy of a thrill from the flight back from Zeniba's trickles through the warmth, but she holds on hardest to the feeling of love; the motivation that had set her out on the train to beg and apologise for Haku's misdeeds to save his life. ... Even if she still doesn't know he technically had already been saved before she left, but details. SHE'S PRETTY SURE THE JOURNEY HELPED. ]