[ He takes up where he left off with his own towel, dabbing at his nose and wincing a little. With the serum behind his punch, Walker was able to clock him and make it count. Still, it's nothing that won't heal in a day or two.
He tries to picture his mind as a serene lake and it makes him huff at the thought. His must be more like a choppy sea in the middle of a thunderstorm. Sam's though, that he could see as a lake. ] That's good to know.
[ He pauses, lowering the towel. ] And how deep could you go if you had permission?
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He tries to picture his mind as a serene lake and it makes him huff at the thought. His must be more like a choppy sea in the middle of a thunderstorm. Sam's though, that he could see as a lake. ] That's good to know.
[ He pauses, lowering the towel. ] And how deep could you go if you had permission?