[He says nothing. Why does he insist on dragging this out? Mithos wants to punch the water again; his tightly-clenched fist twitches in thin restraint. When Frey reaches for him, his arms whip out in ingrained self-defense, so finely tuned that it doesn't require thought. But he actually tries to pull back, body quivering angrily as he fights the flow of instinct. Calm down, just calm down--]
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