[Look. I can't stop thinking about how horrific it must feel rn. Lucina is Naga's soggiest soldier.
Anyway. He knows he was alone in there. But for all he knows she doesn't. If she was willing to try diving back in there for him, it's not like he could trust her concussed-looking self not to try running right back in for stragglers if he gave her half a chance. He knows the type. (Don't ask how.)]
Oh, yeah. Me, I'm super.
[He had like. A whole couple inches of headroom to spare, probably. He's clearly not super, but he's breathing, and outside the oppressive chaos of the room the anxious gnaw of being trapped (of the staring, empty faces on the edges of his vision) fades back to a nagging buzz. The familiar feeling of danger remains. But that, he can work with.
He has less point of reference for what the street looked like while he was stuck inside, so his attention is, still, mostly on keeping out of the impossible upward flood. But he does let up on the pressure once she's proven she can keep her feet under her and not get swept up in a stray wave as the last dregs of water crash past them.]
What about you? Sure you know which way is up, right now?
[Get hit in the head before he got to you or something? She hadn't been gone that long. And what else would cause that kind of disorientation? The blood on her face?]
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Anyway. He knows he was alone in there. But for all he knows she doesn't. If she was willing to try diving back in there for him, it's not like he could trust her concussed-looking self not to try running right back in for stragglers if he gave her half a chance. He knows the type. (Don't ask how.)]
Oh, yeah. Me, I'm super.
[He had like. A whole couple inches of headroom to spare, probably. He's clearly not super, but he's breathing, and outside the oppressive chaos of the room the anxious gnaw of being trapped (of the staring, empty faces on the edges of his vision) fades back to a nagging buzz. The familiar feeling of danger remains. But that, he can work with.
He has less point of reference for what the street looked like while he was stuck inside, so his attention is, still, mostly on keeping out of the impossible upward flood. But he does let up on the pressure once she's proven she can keep her feet under her and not get swept up in a stray wave as the last dregs of water crash past them.]
What about you? Sure you know which way is up, right now?
[Get hit in the head before he got to you or something? She hadn't been gone that long. And what else would cause that kind of disorientation? The blood on her face?]