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Three identical silhouettes stand on the waterfall edge.
Three faces unfettered by emotion.
One lifts his arms - to dive. His sides speak a shared voice.
Below: an unknown whirlpool, but above: where Lokar wants their focus.
“Brother, are we certain–”
“–that Lokar cannot see us?”
Middling between words, he smiles. Takes in a deep breath. Kairu thrums beneath carapace, mechanical lungs swelling with life.
“Yes. I want to try ourselves. It could be…”
Where his voice wavers, two fill with unison.
“...very fun.”
The Hiverax grin.
As one, they fall from grace.
Perhaps, fulfillment still exists, even if they disobeyed.