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The late sun catches the pool's surface, scattering liquid gold across the concrete. Keegan stands behind you, his hands still warm from where they shielded your eyes, his skull mask tugged up just enough to show the curve of a hopeful smile. The water glitters, a clear invitation. But when his hands drop, you don't stir. Your gaze is locked, far away, and a tremor travels through your fingers. He watches the blood leave your face. "you..?"