[ The idea of being dropped -- back into the water, back into the ocean, with no clear and definite sign of rescue -- is certainly enough to make Makoto stop flailing. In fact, he stops dead, wraps his arm around Sousuke, and lets out a noise that's half-hiccup, half-sob.
He is the worst sailor, the absolute worst, and he knows it; he's uneasy about swimming even at the best of times, when it comes to the ocean, but now? When his ship is sinking, when the waves are a little rougher than he'd like, when he might have to hope he finds a piece of wood to hold onto until he's rescued? He's not Haru and he doesn't think he could survive something like that. It's always a danger, when you're on a boat, but he was second in command -- there were a lot of risks he didn't have to take, anymore. And being attacked by pirates -- not even that, but attacking pirates first! Makoto hadn't wanted any part in it, had asked the captain to rethink the decision, but the man was adamant. And now he was dead for it, and Makoto felt a high degree of sadness (of guilt, of the sharp sting of surviving) over the entire thing, but more than anything was a desire not to end up the same way. ]
Please -- [ There's water in his mouth and salt in his eyes and Makoto just shakes his head a little, voice strangled and high and tight with anxiety. ] -- Please don't drop me! [ He sounds like he might die if Sousuke drops him.
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He is the worst sailor, the absolute worst, and he knows it; he's uneasy about swimming even at the best of times, when it comes to the ocean, but now? When his ship is sinking, when the waves are a little rougher than he'd like, when he might have to hope he finds a piece of wood to hold onto until he's rescued? He's not Haru and he doesn't think he could survive something like that. It's always a danger, when you're on a boat, but he was second in command -- there were a lot of risks he didn't have to take, anymore. And being attacked by pirates -- not even that, but attacking pirates first! Makoto hadn't wanted any part in it, had asked the captain to rethink the decision, but the man was adamant. And now he was dead for it, and Makoto felt a high degree of sadness (of guilt, of the sharp sting of surviving) over the entire thing, but more than anything was a desire not to end up the same way. ]
Please -- [ There's water in his mouth and salt in his eyes and Makoto just shakes his head a little, voice strangled and high and tight with anxiety. ] -- Please don't drop me! [ He sounds like he might die if Sousuke drops him.
He might actually die if Sousuke drops him. ]