After eating and trading responses with that one, Rei was led to a new room. Arts and crafts. It offered outlets for creativity, but Rei couldn't really consider an activity to choose. She sat at a table filled with paper and paints, pencils, and crayons. If anything, perhaps, she would choose to draw. Perhaps to paint. But that was so intimate a notion, the outcome could give away too much of herself to another to pour over and take apart to use for their own. To be misinterpreted. Manipulated. Skewed. She had no want for it.

The construction paper closest to her was as blue as deep water. She reached to touch it, the material somewhat rough under her fingertips. It was a loss, she thought idly. To lose the sensation of floating.

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