"We're going to need to shrivel up into pink, puckered man-prunes before we actually die. It's a slow process." He says that, but he's having mild regrets the deeper he goes. His legs are already telling him this is a bad idea, he's not sure he wants to experience the high definition sensation of cold swamp water against his dick.

He falls, surprisingly, silent for a while as he steels himself for it. He fights back an unpleasant noise and instead makes a face, a face that Venus turns around in time to see. He nods in understanding, turning from side to side as he tries to locate Feferi behind him. He then copies the gesture, raising a finger to his lips at her even if he's the one who keeps talking to himself.