They could feel it in the water. Rushing under their feet. Brushing against the smallest hairs of their legs. Life. Squirming between the skin of their toes. Life. Anxious, breathless, beautiful... helpless... life... Isabelle took a breath. "We don't have to do this..." Ancron smirked. "Sure we do." Isabelle looked to the sky. "But for what purpose. I will not let you win. You will refuse to lose. What good can come of this?" Ancron laughed. "Oh, sweetie, if I thought for a second any good could come of this, I wouldn't bother."