[He swallows, the salt of the water flooding his senses.]

Penance...

[It's not much of an explanation to start. But they will both feel themselves yanked upwards slightly as though by the ocean itself clenching a fist around their throat, their bonds straining.

You've regained enough. You will fix another of your egregious mistakes.

They both will nod weakly, despite whether or not they want to agree. A phantom of actions that already happened.]

T-the... spirits are not a... a species of overwhelming patience... t-they will protect what is theirs, when they feel it is needed...