Johnny gives up, not all at once, and not because he wants to. He gives up the way bodies give up. He doesn't want to know what drowning feels like, but that doesn't mean he's not going to learn.

He twists and grapples as the final tremors move through his body, and he looks Zagreus in the eye, his stare overpowering, cutting deep into him. He needs to breathe but there's no air, only water. Oh no, no, please.

His grip loosens and his visions fades out, and there's some minutes of lonely darkness before he wakes, violently, throat too dry to scream, in his bed.