[ He can't take a deep breath no matter how hard he tries, and that only intensifies the feeling that he's drowning.

But Masamune is still here. ]

I won't -- run. I'm not... running.

[ He clutches his chest, feeling for his heartbeat to prove he's not dying. He keeps his eyes shut.

He has to go into it.

Into the writhing mass. Into its clutches.

It's made of-- ]

Bodies. Uncountable bodies.

[ Rotting and decayed but aware.

All eyes on him.

Even if they're only sockets. ]

All around me. Suspended... in the deep.

[ On all sides. Staring, smiling, glaring. Reaching.

Further than a human arm should be able to reach.

Reaching for his throat, can you breathe, Sanada Yukimura? Because -- ]

...They can't...

[ It's not going to make sense to Masamune, but simply keeping himself together is his first priority. ]

What do I...

[ What do you do?

Just come closer. We'll wrap our arms around you and we won't let go.

Sanada Yukimura, how long can you hold your breath? ]

I don't...

[ Know? We know. The answer is -- ]

Not forever. I know. I'm sorry...

[ If you're really sorry, then you'll-- ]

Drown. I won't. I won't drown.

[ Yukimura clutches his head. ]

I will not!

[ The buzzing voices are so very loud. ]