Oh, the hell it does. Because you're going to tell me again when you wake up.
[That grip on Byerly's arm becomes a tug, becomes a dead weight pulling him down and under, and Prior's sinking too, vanishing beneath the dark, smooth surface of the water first. There's no light under there, there's nothing except Prior's hand tight on Byerly's arm and then his mouth pressed to his, sharing air.
And above them, waves form on the surface. Crashing forward in inky curls and then starting to recede.]
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[That grip on Byerly's arm becomes a tug, becomes a dead weight pulling him down and under, and Prior's sinking too, vanishing beneath the dark, smooth surface of the water first. There's no light under there, there's nothing except Prior's hand tight on Byerly's arm and then his mouth pressed to his, sharing air.
And above them, waves form on the surface. Crashing forward in inky curls and then starting to recede.]