"Pardon me, I've read your thoughts before you could say them out loud," Nereus giggles, pressing her fingertips against her lips. "Trust me, I understand where you're coming from. I've had thousands of scorned men and women come to my shores, venting their sorrows to me and the never-ending waves, hoping they would be washed away."
A wistful smile plays on Nereus' lips. "I have seen some drown, in grief and the other devilish emotions that can swallow a mortal whole. I will not say that you are wrong to want to work on your own but if you are honest with them, you can still have the luxury of working on your own."
"Can't you—can't you just tell me where to go? Or if I'm heading in the right direction?" Mizuki clenches her shirt, praying for answers.
