It's a unique feeling. One that doesn't even register for her what it is in that moment. Gems don't need air. Gems don't even have lungs to breathe. But there's a burning in her gem, a desire for air that strange and unusual. It's desperation.

But Lapis knows how to fight against another entity for control. She knows how to wrestle down Gems thrice her size. The need for air is there, but the need for control of the situation is just as present. So she fights it in torrents, both to get up, to the surface, and to push down whatever is fighting against her, to exert her will on it the same way she exerted her will over Jasper. Over Malachite.

She's burning for oxygen, but she feels powerful, in this instance. It's a strange dichotomy.