As it turned out, the Sith did follow, and even resisted the urge to kick Johte into the water as he crouched down. Peering after the man as he found his bearings, calculating the distance by those glowing lenses, the pureblood let a few moments pass in silence, just to make sure nothing was coming for them.<br/><br/>Silence answered, punctuated by the click of a drop of water. Procion chuckled quietly and checked his packs once more, making sure they were tightly sealed, and strapped close to his body. Then, he dove, breaching the surface with his fingertips, the rest of his body following effortlessly, plunging deep into the blackness, and there it was again - the electric sense of excitement and anticipation that mingled with the pins and needles caused by the shock of cold water. He came back up perhaps two metres from the Jedi, further from the wall, and as his naturally glowing eyes met the artificial ones the other carried, he couldn't help grinning. It felt like adventure, almost... Childlike.<br/><br/>"Refreshing!" he commented, turning his head around as he slowly swam towards the wall - he still had his wits, and there was no point in being reckless. The word was actually very true; water this deep beneath the earth's crust was cool but not freezing, and incredibly clear, with a rare sweetness. His hand touched the rough stone of the wall, then his feet, a little lower. The slight slope continued underwater, and if they picked the right spot, they might even be able to rest for a while, if need be. "Keep heading North, I'll follow," he instructed the Jedi, "And keep an eye on the wall above us, the entrance might be quite far up." The voice was soft, a whisper, but it was impossible to miss the faint excitement in it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>