"I've thought about that myself. We don't need to breathe, but I know there's a lot of pressure at the bottom of the ocean...The Voice has not made us immune to that." It was really the only thing that had stopped him from venturing out into the sea, the idea of pressure slowly growing heavier on his head until he couldn't turn back anymore, doomed to stay on the deep sands until his fluid ran dry.
The more Osozo's colours changed to mild tones, the more Sam raised up some hope in his heart that he wasn't in risk of getting stabbed again (or something worse: he really had no idea how strong Osozo's powers were). "It wasn't too long ago. A couple of weeks; I don't have any of my old upgrades, but I am Ascended again." Really, he'd never stopped being Ascended, but he didn't have a name for the state of Voice-less life he'd had for a while.
"I found out I would die without the Voice, and...I also came to realise I had...perhaps been too harsh, on some of her actions." He admitted.
