[Ah. He glances away, thoughtful. He remembers, alright. He remembers little hands grabbing, pulling, trying to usher him into the depths. He remember Glory, grabbing for his ankle. They always want him to join them, and he can't blame them, because they are gone and he is here — and there's an unfairness there that can't be easily measured.]
Dragging me down... Mm.
[He mumbles the rather cryptic (or perhaps not) comment, but then seems to snap back to Peggy, giving her his exasperated attention.]
... I don't swim often. Earth's dried up. Y'can pump water out of the earth...
[He knows how to swim, though. From his distant youth.]
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Dragging me down... Mm.
[He mumbles the rather cryptic (or perhaps not) comment, but then seems to snap back to Peggy, giving her his exasperated attention.]
... I don't swim often. Earth's dried up. Y'can pump water out of the earth...
[He knows how to swim, though. From his distant youth.]