008 broken whisper

[fallen_cetra]

[The sphere flicks on as it breaks through the water, and Aerith pushes to the surface, her fingers webbed and her gills flaring as she tries to gasp for air above the water instead of under it, before dropping back down with a loud splash.]

I don't want it anymore! Why is it so cold? Air makes me choke, I hate it, I hate it I hate it!

Doctor...! [She tries to drag herself closer to the shore, weighed down by a tangled, weedy mass of hair.]