The strangest thing was how their worlds were so similar, yet so far from each other. Similar money. Similar creatures. More intimately their situations were similar too, different circumstances, but they were found in manner of similarities. Hell, the magic that was wielded and discussed was similar, if only method of obtaining was different. The biggest difference was that Nyx was able to get his closure, and Beatrix wasn't able to do that. The Glaive felt for her.
Depressing topics aside, Nyx splashed at Beatrix and it was like they were able to make a one-eighty turn. Compartmentalizing was one of a soldier's best tools. Trying to flee was never in the cards, and Nyx new that. Feeling the weight of Beatrix on his back was easy to hold especially in the water. "Listen, you left yourself open!" He tried to explain, but ultimate took a breath before she had put him under the water successfully. The struggle was short while escaped her grasp just swim around under the water.
Coming up, he was quick to counter the situation. Using those good Glaive muscles of his, Nyx scooped up Beatrix to cradle her in his arms. Same concept, different approach. Water still dripping down his face, Nyx just did one simple motion and gave her a light toss back into the water.