Luka

*He felt the strength in the grip, the power in the strokes, and his panic subsided slightly. The figure beside him was strong, determined. His voice was a whisper, a barely audible croak, but the water. "I-I'm sorry, you-I'm." He struggled to keep his head above the water. "I-I'm sorry, you-I'm." He tried to struggling to keep his head above the water. "I-I'm sorry, you-I'm."

*He could barely see in his state of panic, his eyes squeezed shut, but he felt a sudden rush of relief as he felt the cold water rush past him. As he felt the warmth of the embrace, his heart raced, his body shaking, he could barely breathe. He could feel the fear, the terror, the shock, the relief, the hope, the love, the confusion. The cold, the fire, the darkness, the rage, the hatred, the despair, the pain, the joy, the anger, the sorrow, the happiness, the warmth, the warmth, the kindness, the compassion, the mercy, the justice, the righteousness, the truth, the peace, the grace, the love. The warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth, the warmth