She's pretty badass, he thinks. She'd have slayed in the Games, but thank God she never had to worry about that.

He watches the bodies float downward, wondering how many are down there in the glowing purple depths and what might be left of them. It's not a fun thought.

His arm. Oh. He forgot about it. He can hardly feel it, given how cold his body is and the adrenaline coursing through him, but it's still bleeding. He waves a hand dismissively, his facial expression conveying that it's not a big deal. Besides, there's nothing they can do about it until they're on land again, so he points upward and begins to swim toward the surface.