<div style="background-color:#6c9cb8; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"What's in the past?"<br/><br/>She turned her head rapidly, startled at the too familiar voice. He looked just like he always did; as if gravity simply didn't exist for him. His dark hair, slightly longer than the last time she had seen it under water, drifted freely about his face.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"No, don't wo-"</span><br/><br/>She didn't get further before another wave of the odd, choking feeling hit her like a tidal wave and Dimitri's hand closed around her own. She instinctively pulled at it in shock, then immediately blushed. Dimitri was the last person she should be afraid of. She gripped his hand again, tighter, as way of apology, still too embarrassed to actually say the word 'sorry'.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"What do you mean, not safe? It's the <span style="font-style: italic">sea</span>. I could hardly be more at home. But - you felt that too, di'n'tya?"</span> She asked, referring to the uncomfortable vibes permeating the ocean. <span style="font-weight: bold">"And what are you doing down here, anyway? Secret Nereus business?"</span> She continued. It felt nice to be able to talk to him knowing his father wouldn't come by again with his infuriating grin and awful attitude. The thought made her blood boil. The <span style="font-style: italic">nerve</span>.</span></div></span></div>