[ Vanitas' eyes narrow, and there's something calculating in it. A shadow could mean anything. Vanitas himself was a shadow— it's the expanded explanation that gleans his interest. In the water and not on top of it. Large, and it lit up. He searches his memory for the spirits he's seen, trying to recall which ones would light up— if at all. But nothing acts like what this person is talking about. The only glowing lights come from her, in the church, and the glowing green eyes of those things in the woods. ]
Something lives in the water.
[ It's a confirmation, though not of what this guy is talking about. Vanitas knows about the other things that live in the water. The things that live in the river. But what's being described— that isn't what those creatures are. ]
What kind of patterns? Did you see it's face?
[ Vanitas looks back out at the ferry, he unfolds his arms. ]
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Something lives in the water.
[ It's a confirmation, though not of what this guy is talking about. Vanitas knows about the other things that live in the water. The things that live in the river. But what's being described— that isn't what those creatures are. ]
What kind of patterns? Did you see it's face?
[ Vanitas looks back out at the ferry, he unfolds his arms. ]
Did it follow you in?