LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Liam was submerged, breath held, darkness swallowing him and a chill seeping into his bones. He moved along the underwater tunnel after Maea, following her by the feel of the water she displaced and the craggy rock beneath his hands. He pulled himself after her, avoiding her kicking legs, staying close enough that he didn’t have to guess where she was.
Which was how he knew without seeing when she stopped.
The soldier paused. Was there a fork in the tunnel? A blockage? If it had been so long since Maea had been here, who was to say that this path was still viable? And if it wasn’t, what were they supposed to do then?
He swallowed down the beginnings of panic, even as he continued to hold his breath. If he wasn’t yet struggling for air, then maybe Maea wasn’t either, and he should give her the chance to figure out where to go from here. And if she took too much longer, he’d haul her back to the surface from whence they came, consequences be damned.
Which was how he knew without seeing when she stopped.
The soldier paused. Was there a fork in the tunnel? A blockage? If it had been so long since Maea had been here, who was to say that this path was still viable? And if it wasn’t, what were they supposed to do then?
He swallowed down the beginnings of panic, even as he continued to hold his breath. If he wasn’t yet struggling for air, then maybe Maea wasn’t either, and he should give her the chance to figure out where to go from here. And if she took too much longer, he’d haul her back to the surface from whence they came, consequences be damned.
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
