"There is no peace what to be found of drowning," He says, sudden and cold. He makes sure to look Dennet dead in the eyes as he says such. All up inside be a refusal absolute to such an idea, a knowledge of what it really makes to mean. He remembers clear, all them times he tried to swim after the old goat into furious ocean. All them times when a seadweller went about reminding him he wasn't one. The feeling watching helpless from Capitol as Terezi drowned in arena. The way she looked after... "AIN'T DROWNING HERE," He says firm. Absolute refusal.

"Just stay behind this motherfucker. HE CAN GET US BOTH ON THROUGH." Because now, by this point, he was practically responsible. He starts trudging forward once more.

"And don't make no statements being like that. LEST YOU'D RATHER DIE FOR SOMETHING THAN BE AS TO GET ALL BROUGHT TO LAND OF LIVING. They will leave you dead they up and will, motherfucker."