Yeah, I can. He's not fuckin' heavvy. [Eridan doesn't necessarily sound... well, better, but focusing on a task is better than focusing on the fact that the stupid asshole who gave him peroxide for his hair and was dumb and a huge dick, constantly - it's better than focusing on him being dead for right now.

Besides, he's not squeamish about drownings, really. They happened all the time back home. This is nothing. Just... more personal.

And someone's giving him an order, anyway, and of course he's going to follow it. Still, though...] I should'a taken him out wwhen I saww him, but - it's not hard to see that it wwouldn't havve helped any if I'd dragged the fuckin' pool an hour ago or fivve minutes ago.