[ He senses it, that looming shadow on an otherwise calm horizon. Like the heralding of a tidal wave, a thing capable of dashing purpose upon the rocks of this place and sweeping it all back out to sea. There is a little soreness in his heart, thinking of it. The displacement she must feel, even when she's been so tolerant and amiable.

A game like this might be a makeshift tourniquet in the scope of things, but something is better than idleness. He supposes Clorinde might feel the same. ]

A partnership, then? It'd be my honor. [ Kizuna is blowing a little hot air, but he's no less genuine for his fanfare. ] What do you say to knocking out the hardest task first? I think some lifeguards are owed a visit...

[ What he means is payback. Some lifeguards are owed payback. ]