[the panic is as hard to fight as the weight of sand, but the latter at least comes with Yuri's support. she is able to clamber out, rolling onto her side, coughing and choking on her own efforts to breathe. it's the fear of the grave come crashing back down on her - that fear of being enclosed, of the dark and stale air, the certainty of death--
Yuri had pulled her free of that, too. that'll strike familiar later, when sense can win over fear again.]
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Yuri had pulled her free of that, too. that'll strike familiar later, when sense can win over fear again.]