[With a sickening slicing sound, enough to make Caitlyn's stomach turn even as muffled as it is underwater, the corpse's hand comes free. For a moment, she's frozen, watching the hand drift away from the wrist as the corpse howls. In pain? In anger?
It takes a sudden crushing tightness in her chest to bring her back to the moment. She pushes away from the corpse, her knee driving it deeper into the water as it propels her upwards. And she does as Lan Wangji suggests: she swims upwards, she fast as she can, even as her vision starts to darken and her limbs weaken. She needs air.
Another corpse reaches for her, but its touch is almost... gentle. It looks almost as though it's falling asleep, its eyelids fluttering closed, its arms beginning to relax. It drifts away from her as she kicks upwards again, desperately making for the surface.]
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It takes a sudden crushing tightness in her chest to bring her back to the moment. She pushes away from the corpse, her knee driving it deeper into the water as it propels her upwards. And she does as Lan Wangji suggests: she swims upwards, she fast as she can, even as her vision starts to darken and her limbs weaken. She needs air.
Another corpse reaches for her, but its touch is almost... gentle. It looks almost as though it's falling asleep, its eyelids fluttering closed, its arms beginning to relax. It drifts away from her as she kicks upwards again, desperately making for the surface.]