[The distinction feels meaningful, somehow, in a way that Yu can't quite place. Spirit feels so personal, so individual, and this...whatever this creature is, it comes from something deeper. Like the depths of the ocean -- a sea of...

His eyes flick back to Claude, although he doesn't remember looking back down at the cards, and he nods at the man's speculation. It's right on the money; Yu is close to something. As if he's forgotten something and it's just there at the tip of his tongue. If he can just follow those thoughts, see it through to the very end, he'll figure it out. What's there at the end of that trail? What's waiting for him?

But it's the question that gives him pause.]

I don't, [he admits, because it's the truth, and it doesn't feel right to lie in this case.] If I keep seeing them...I'm afraid of what will happen.

[The life he's carefully cultivated here, the relationships, bonds -- will they still be there if he follows this path? Will he be destroying something he can never get back? And yet...]

... I don't like to run away from things, either, though.

[Running away just feels-- wrong, somehow. His eyes move to the cards, wary and thoughtful.]

What would you do?