Oh Albert can tell alright. Even moving that one piece had caused the entire pile of shrapnel and rubble to shift, driving whatever was keeping Albert pinned further down instead of lightening the load. He didn't cry out, but his teeth grind hard in his mouth and his face drops several shades paler as Initiate shouts back to them though the wreckage. The water slowly rising in the storage room seems a little pinker than it was before, copper tinging the edges of the salty scent.

Whatever has him pinned isn't just on top of his legs, it's through one of them.

It takes Albert a moment to pull himself together enough to speak, looking at Cecil with an unwavering gaze despite it being clouded by pain. "See if you can find some kind of hole you can squeeze through."

He may not be able to move, but there's no sense in both of them drowning if they don't have to.