[It's hard to keep the knowledge at bay. The mass surrounding them, the crushing depths above, what will happen if she lets go — but that tight grip in his shirt tells him he won't and so he fights through the mounting panic. Keeps his eyes on her despite the pitch black darkness because he knows she's there, her fingers twisting in his shirt and even though his chest feels tight and unbreathing he holds on to the belief that she'd never let anything happen to him.]