With the water turning red so much faster around them and Initiate's voice devoid of any emotion, Albert can guess that Cecil's freedom will be short lived. Or maybe that isn't the way of it, maybe he'll just be the first one to be free of the arena.

It's easier to swallow like that.

On his end, Albert's still stuck sitting awkwardly in the freezing water, the tide rising red and creeping up his sides. It'll be to his chest soon, and then... and then...

He still can't move.

"Initiate." When did his voice get so weak, so wavering? He tries again. "Initiate, take Cecil and go. There's nothing you can do for me. There's no sense in all of us drowning."

He's going to die alone.