[Perona's first response is to get away, to lash out in a panic and fight for her life. She's scared, she's terrified, and there's water around them...everywhere. She can remember everything that happened, everything. She doesn't need to see her other self scraping fruitlessly at the glass, craning her head as far as it can go as the water comes to her chin, her mouth, nose... She doesn't have to look to see the bubbles emerging from her mouth after only a few seconds, half a minute tops.

Perona knows.

She can feel the burning in her lungs. She can feel heart thundering in her chest and ears. She can feel herself slowly losing consciousness. She can feel herself losing to the cold, choking blackness.

She grits her teeth together and sobs hard, her shoulders shaking under Sanji's hands. She can barely breathe or speak through her gasps and sobs, but even then she manages to still cry out. It's all she can do.]

Make it stop! Please, make it stop! I don't want it to happen again! I don't want it to happen again...! ...I-I'm scared...I'm scared.