[ it's a full second or two before lance himself resurfaces, slowly rising from the depths of the water like some kind of sullen swamp thing. his hair is matted flat to his forehead, rivulets of water streaming down his face that he stares past as he dead-eyes keith.

he lifts one hand, pointing his finger right at the other. ]

You, sir, are going to get it.

[ he uses that hand to them wipe his face clean of water, pushing his hair back. ]

But I won't tell you when, or how. Just know that you are going to get it. Now you'll spend the rest of your day living in fear!