She saw you in the rightest way.

You were so pretty, the ocean breeze making your hair flow like grass swaying in the wind. Ishy can only wish that you were hers, but in this situation, she can barely even think. The rest of you weren’t going to survive, not out in this Great Lake, maybe anywhere else, but not here. She couldn’t have you if you didn’t make it out alive, it was tearing her apart. You knew it was, so while Outis was out blabbering orders for the other sinners to keep paddling, you went inside the ship.

You’d carefully sneak past Charon and Vergilius, though, regardless of how good you were, you’re pretty sure that he saw you. And if not see, he definitely knew you were there. But you kept going, and it seemed like he didn’t care, so—

You’d walk past cabins that weren’t yours or hers, and after searching through corridors that you’ve never been in before for about 10 minutes, you’d find her door. Unlocked it seems, guess she didn’t expect anyone to come down here for a bit. You’d slowly open the door, but the creak of it alerted her, and she raised her harpoon, unbeknownst as to who it was

“Y-You!? What are you—?!”

You’d cover her mouth, you didn’t want anybody hearing you were there, then you’d get in trouble because you weren’t paddling.

“Mm—!”

She’d get a grip and put the harpoon down, understanding why you’re here, and push your hand off her mouth.

“Okay, okay, I got it! Jeez… Why’re you here in the first place? You’re supposed to be up with the others…”

Well, so was she…

“…” She’d grumble and turn to sit on her bed.

Why wouldn’t she tell you what was wrong? She’s been acting like this ever since they got here, it’s making you worried. She knows that, yet she continues to mope around, why?