Dojima could feel the rope slacken, then tighten-- glancing over his shoulder, he couldn't make much out from the murky, dark depths...
...When suddenly the rope went completely slack. Eustace must have cut him loose. A fear for his team mate rang through Dojima's mind, he hated the idea of leaving the other man behind to fight or him. But what could he do? He was useless in this state, and--
And his lungs were burning, his body demanding oxygen. He had to keep going. Even if his limbs were starting to feel like lead, even if that threatening darkness kept edging around his vision, he refused to give up--
He broke the surface with a loud gasp, then dipped back under the waves, the wild storm still affecting the ocean's surface. Again, he pushed up, trying to stay above water, trying to get more air in his lungs, but it was a losing battle.
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...When suddenly the rope went completely slack. Eustace must have cut him loose. A fear for his team mate rang through Dojima's mind, he hated the idea of leaving the other man behind to fight or him. But what could he do? He was useless in this state, and--
And his lungs were burning, his body demanding oxygen. He had to keep going. Even if his limbs were starting to feel like lead, even if that threatening darkness kept edging around his vision, he refused to give up--
He broke the surface with a loud gasp, then dipped back under the waves, the wild storm still affecting the ocean's surface. Again, he pushed up, trying to stay above water, trying to get more air in his lungs, but it was a losing battle.
Damnit, no, not like this...!