Anxiety mounted inside him, and he began to thrash in the water, screaming, letting out the rest of his Stormlight. In that moment of panic, he didn’t care. But as he fell hoarse from shouting, he heard—strangely enough—Hav’s voice. Kaladin’s old sergeant, from his days as a recruit. Panic on the battlefield kills more men than enemy spears. Never run. Always retreat. This water came from somewhere. There was another way out.
