[It starts quietly, a whisper to match his. A hushed chorus in duplicate, swaying to and fro. The leisurely swish of fishtails in the air has stilled to barely a twitch. Their gills flutter, gossamer-delicate, in the emptiness of their temple.]
[Then it starts to swell.]
[Louder. Louder. Louder, until the very walls ring with it.]
[They never raise their voice. They never shout. Their tone is still placid. But the volume doubles, triples, quadruples all the same - as though there are simply more of them speaking, all at once.]
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[Then it starts to swell.]
[Louder. Louder. Louder, until the very walls ring with it.]
[They never raise their voice. They never shout. Their tone is still placid. But the volume doubles, triples, quadruples all the same - as though there are simply more of them speaking, all at once.]
What happened?
What happened?
What happened?
What happened?