[he's seen this kind of thing before. Or at least something similar to it. He stands on solid ground, hands in his pockets, trying to deny his own whispering voices that sound in his ear, accusingly, eyes glaring out that are so familiar but he knows better than to look.
His voice is light, though strained, as he speaks.]
Painful way to go, that. Have you ever drowned before? Not recommended.
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His voice is light, though strained, as he speaks.]
Painful way to go, that. Have you ever drowned before? Not recommended.