[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

ISKRA

Her response seems genuine, but then, he doesn't know her nearly as well as he used to. He watches for the tug of her lips, the dip of her 'brow, the shift of her eyes, but she's rather neutral in her thinking and dismissal. Gradually, as it has been over time since the words first curled into him, some of the venom of it drains away. Bit by bit, it'll shrink into just a mark he wears in the back of his head, a cruel thought that might return when it can brazenly say, aha, see, told you so.

He squints in thought at her query, wrapping up the meatier dish he'd been nibbling on. "I think so. Seems to be the most fun one." Not that any of the gods struck him as particularly fun, especially since Ludo's version seems to come with strings—or lightning bolts. Better than nothing though. "So long as I keep it warm," he grins.

Behind them the light has begun to change from cerulean to a brilliant rose and sparkling champagne. "You ready?" he asks, nodding toward the skiff. The light catches on the water like fire, and he can nearly feel the heat of it starting to nip at him. Maybe that's just the dread returning. "For the boat ride?"

I'm losin' my grip, caught up in the current
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water