[ Right. Not the time for arguing, Flynn thinks, or for distrust, not with sand up to his thighs and in his mouth and nose and adrenaline starting to take over. ]
Brace!
[ He snaps, all command. There's nothing graceful at all about the scramble out of the sand: he has to hang onto Yuri's chest and press against the wall, and sand pulls and sucks at him like it really is determined to just let him die down here. It's in his eyes and his ears and his nose, and he's coughing as he climbs up, scrambling gracelessly up enough to dig a knee into Yuri's shoulder—he really is solid, at least he has a better grip than Flynn thought he did—and then onto the ladder, which clatters with the effort, swinging out and knocking into Yuri. Flynn has to ignore it because the stream is now a torrent and getting faster still, and they need to climb. He clambers up a few rungs and presses himself against the wall to make the ladder stay still. ]
Climb, hur— [ he has to spit out a mouthful of sand, coughing through the word ] —hurry! I've got it still!
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Brace!
[ He snaps, all command. There's nothing graceful at all about the scramble out of the sand: he has to hang onto Yuri's chest and press against the wall, and sand pulls and sucks at him like it really is determined to just let him die down here. It's in his eyes and his ears and his nose, and he's coughing as he climbs up, scrambling gracelessly up enough to dig a knee into Yuri's shoulder—he really is solid, at least he has a better grip than Flynn thought he did—and then onto the ladder, which clatters with the effort, swinging out and knocking into Yuri. Flynn has to ignore it because the stream is now a torrent and getting faster still, and they need to climb. He clambers up a few rungs and presses himself against the wall to make the ladder stay still. ]
Climb, hur— [ he has to spit out a mouthful of sand, coughing through the word ] —hurry! I've got it still!