[Can she? That's a... very good question, come to think of it. Somewhere, in the back of her head, she's wondering about her insurance options.
Maybe, if he hadn't been a monster, she would be less concerned. But frankly, even with the near-drowning, none of this felt quite real. The surreality of chasing a monster, the monster being a person, clinging on to a coffin as it zipped around... The fear for her own life was a distant thought. This was too dream-like, no matter how much it hurt.]
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Maybe, if he hadn't been a monster, she would be less concerned. But frankly, even with the near-drowning, none of this felt quite real. The surreality of chasing a monster, the monster being a person, clinging on to a coffin as it zipped around... The fear for her own life was a distant thought. This was too dream-like, no matter how much it hurt.]
... I do not know. My bike isn't here.