While struggling to breathe -- he inhaled a bunch of water going down because he is an idiot -- he's still reaching, trying to get a feel for this mind or what's left of it; all there is is anger, blinding anger, and under that a sadness that feels familiar in ways he doesn't care to admit, the kind of despair that drives people to things that ought to be unimaginable.
She, meanwhile, is doing her very best to kill him or both of them, if she can manage it. She screams soundlessly underwater when Ilde's foot connects with a face that ought to be intangible, and the water around them displaces violently as boulders drop from the sky, large enough to crush either of them on their own but with added momentum. The water violently swirling around them is white-blue with a milkiness that makes it hard to see.
Just before they break the surface of the water -- he sees a face. It's not any of theirs.
Then there is air and he chokes and gasps, clawing at it, coughing up dirty water and spitting it out of every orifice in his face, which burns coming up.
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She, meanwhile, is doing her very best to kill him or both of them, if she can manage it. She screams soundlessly underwater when Ilde's foot connects with a face that ought to be intangible, and the water around them displaces violently as boulders drop from the sky, large enough to crush either of them on their own but with added momentum. The water violently swirling around them is white-blue with a milkiness that makes it hard to see.
Just before they break the surface of the water -- he sees a face. It's not any of theirs.
Then there is air and he chokes and gasps, clawing at it, coughing up dirty water and spitting it out of every orifice in his face, which burns coming up.