[ Despite not actually having been without oxygen underwater, Miles finds himself gasping for air. He wants to find a place to lie down for a while now. He wants ...
Shit. His suit is down to a couple percentage points. He looks for the pearl he'd had in his hands, but - no, its glow is receding into the gloom. Dragged away by the current and thoroughly irretrievable. Instead, he has to fumble for his backup in the pouch. He doesn't breathe again until the glow dims and his power levels shoot back up to much more reasonable levels.
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Shit. His suit is down to a couple percentage points. He looks for the pearl he'd had in his hands, but - no, its glow is receding into the gloom. Dragged away by the current and thoroughly irretrievable. Instead, he has to fumble for his backup in the pouch. He doesn't breathe again until the glow dims and his power levels shoot back up to much more reasonable levels.
Safe. For now. ]
How much do you have left?