Liara dove deep into the water, the icy shock not enough to convince her to turn from her task. Her eyes forced open into the grey-green depths searching for the soft blue glow. While very young, and a little pudgy, she kicked and swam with the grace born to her people. Deeper and deeper still, following the glowing lines below of the seaweed. Nestled within the soft dark lines was a small anemone, its biotic glow shifting and diffused through the waves in a dance she could have watched for hours. The Reaper's trumpeting scared the small creature, Liara turned to stare at the red tinted surface. The beam cut through the water boiling and she swam. Her lungs burned from lack or air, her eyes stung from salt. Her mother floated gently in the ocean, her robe flapping as if in a wind. Benezia stretched out her hands a promise of safety if Liara could reach them. The beam reached them first, her mother disappearing into the boiling sea. It didn't even hurt as it reached her.