[ Oh, good, he'd hate to have to fling himself in the pool in a strained attempt to keep Haru from thereupon drowning before his eyes. Makoto hasn't considered the implications, yet, though — the panicky tightness in his chest whenever he considers anything like the image of Haru swept into the high tide. His irrational fear of the ocean has gone on this long already, ceaseless. It might go on forever now. ]

Really. It kind of seems like ... like it's happened already. I never went to the pool with anyone, but when you say it like that, it's almost like I remember it.

[ A weighted pause. ]

... You lived near me too, didn't you? We were neighbors.