Fight, she does. Yet, no matter how she pushes, the opposition will seem inexhaustible - all the while, it feels as if Lapis's gem will begin to shatter from the strain of suffocation. The woman stares on, watching Lapis struggle - her hairs shows the way that Lapis violently shakes the water, several strands of seaweed hair torn off and left to dance in the undertow. Yet, she doesn't let go.

"You are beyond your ken," the woman's voice says, though her lips don't move. "Tell me, elemental..." Her voice is soft. "Do you want to breathe?"