[he's not far behind and the muscles on his legs launch him clear of her fall. His body isn't entirely natural anymore and the fall doesn't bother him even from this height. He can clear close to that distance in a jump. There's the thrill of the fall all the same though and the pleasure of knowing he's in full control of himself as he arches down. The dive when he hits the water is smooth and surprisingly graceful and he lets it take him all the way down to the bottom of the lake. It's a moment of rush and a moment of freedom. His fingers brush the rock and weed of the bottom and he pushes back to the surface.]
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