{Haru's heart is cantering in her chest, a beat so audible she's thinking she could duplicate it on one of her drums later. She pulls back and swings the cathetometer in her hand harder, trying to mimic the long armed fully extended crack she remembers from the ball player cropping up in her dreams.

At Luce's order, and seeing the older woman take to the front, there's a wrenching feeling in Haru's chest. It's a tear straight down her center whether to follow orders or take a place at Luce's side, they both feel right, like she's made this choice before to follow an order or stand with someone. She cracks the metal pole against the case again, feeling the vibration of the connection down her arms.}

Concentrate on one thing at a time. If we split our attention individually we'll panic.

{She sounds far more in control of her emotions than she feels.}

One or two stand with Luce, the rest of us, keep working.