You crave still water and then dive into the dark current, the one where calm never once held. The Moon squares Pluto, the need for shelter charged against the pull toward the emotional deep. Make for home and you suspect you are dodging the real thing. Go down into your own waters and you frighten whoever wanted to take care of you. The toll landed in bonds where you were too much intensity for someone who could only offer an arm. The grind sent you looking for people who can do both, hold the bank and follow you under. Most cannot manage the second part. The one who stays for the dive is the one worth keeping, and now you spot them across a room before they speak.