[Maybe it's the coating of that clinging mud all over that's making everything so mucky and dim, but that unfamiliar voice sounds so... disconnected. Not addressing him, despite seemingly talking about him - or his bones - while far closer than people talking about him tend to be. Nonetheless, that rescuing hand helping him hasn't let go, and that counts for a lot.]
They... They all should be.
[Even his voice sounds mucky, with some of the increasingly salty mud in his mouth, and he pauses the ascent to shake some of it off his skull. Enough to better see the brightness of everything, from the pale mud to the bright sky to the pale brightness of his rescuer's hair. Human, maybe?]
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They... They all should be.
[Even his voice sounds mucky, with some of the increasingly salty mud in his mouth, and he pauses the ascent to shake some of it off his skull. Enough to better see the brightness of everything, from the pale mud to the bright sky to the pale brightness of his rescuer's hair. Human, maybe?]