"We can't--" Says Len, a split second before Chronos is falling on top of him. No, not falling. Attacking. Again. Even as he's bleeding, and as screwed as either of them when the water fills the room. Chronos is more fixated on killing Len than keeping himself alive.

Mick was always stronger than him, in every sense of the word.

Suddenly Len is underwater, staring up at the dark shape that is Chronos while thrashing around beneath the surface. Searching desperately for his gun, or some kind of leverage with one hand and clawing at the hand around his throat with the other. while He can hold his breath for a long time, but there's a difference between swimming and being throttled.

Bubbles breach the surface as the last of his breath escapes through his mouth and nose. The water is getting colder, and his vision is softer, darker around the edges. Thrashing less violent, though no less stubborn.

Sara wasn't lying when she said death was lonely, and like everyone you ever loved was a million miles away. That's how it feels, even though one of the two people he's ever loved is right here, killing him.

Len would laugh if he wasn't too busy drowning.