[ Nice to see Haru using his noodle in situations that don't directly pertain to swimming, although it does (still) involve a body of water to some degree. Sue him for hashing semantics. Makoto has always been a hopeless romantic at heart, so he's willing to overlook this grievous oversight. For now, at least. ]

Well, remember is kind of a strong word, but—

[ And then he stops in his tracks and just kind of. Gapes, a bit, lending a bit more credibility to the fishy-eyed look he gets in his gaze around the ocean. ]

That's a little too much, isn't it?! I mean, a p-past life— isn't that kind of far-fetched? Maybe we just shared the same dream, or something—

[ Shared the same dream, like walking a mile in someone else's subconscious isn't an equally ludicrous notion on its own. ]