Our only hope- that was the fat lie that first recording had spit out, and it had stuck in Lex's mind, because how could the meaning of it ever slip from him? Or, okay, maybe the words hadn't been those exactly- it'd been a while and things in this cage sure loved to get muddled. There was a leak first, he'd thought, and it would be fixed and there'd be no disgusting slosh under his shoes every step. The day went by and the irritation wasn't diminished because the water level only rose and soon there's the considerable doubt of competence of anyone else in the dome if the water hadn't been contained yet. Lex of course did his best to stay dry, to avoid those flooded places.

It was quickly becoming a pain to find dry ground.

And after, to find ground that was under just a foot of water- just two feet- he moved into the inside of whatever building let him crowd in (and it was humiliating to scurry in like a rat, you know).

Oblivious, he wasn't. This flooding had gone on now long enough that it was elevated from nuisance to problem- a very real problem. The young man turns once at the sound of something rushing down the hall (and what that rushing is, is obvious- it's the water taking control where these people hadn't). There's some stairs nearby, but they're narrow- and there's not going to be much time to think anything over before the flood sweeps what it can-- and that's how Lex finds himself moving forward to grip the railing, lurching forward, shoving whatever body had been there thinking to do the same. There just wasn't space enough to share, and, see, Lex just really didn't want to be the one to get the brunt of the flow. Sorry.

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