[The ship rises and falls, rises and falls in rhythm and the sea finds them in turn - a constant, steady lull. There is some sense of living here, the facsimile of sea creatures like fish swimming in great sweeping schools, and that's pleasant. Comfortable. He imagines himself as a fish, one of many, and in the presence of like minds like Angel's it's easier to do than when it's just him. Or when it's just him and Carata.
If you want to seems to be the sensation, the implication. She can do whatever she likes.]
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If you want to seems to be the sensation, the implication. She can do whatever she likes.]