[Celehar, by contrast, has been much more reticent about leaving the defined area of the Ferryman's lantern this time around. Previously he was never what anyone might call particularly reckless, but he would still walk the edges of the light, observing the wraiths and unbothered with being observed in turn.
Now, he's spent most of his time in the same plaza where the Ferryman sits, occasionally venturing out. He's on one such cautious journey when he catches the sound of Nagito's voice calling out, then the much more alarming splash. Does he see a flash of pink in the fog? Impossible to say, but he does pick up the pace, raising his voice.]
Mer Nagito?
[He draws up short on the edge of the walkway where he finds it spattered with water from the fall.]
B!
Now, he's spent most of his time in the same plaza where the Ferryman sits, occasionally venturing out. He's on one such cautious journey when he catches the sound of Nagito's voice calling out, then the much more alarming splash. Does he see a flash of pink in the fog? Impossible to say, but he does pick up the pace, raising his voice.]
Mer Nagito?
[He draws up short on the edge of the walkway where he finds it spattered with water from the fall.]