Time seems to last forever when he’s drowning. It’s a slow death, slower than the burning of fire on skin, and yet the things he loves are gradually destroyed one by one until he has nothing left.
He’s drowning, but it takes courage to reach out a hand and beg for help while his pride also dies in the same way. But he’s one of a small handful of people who can tell which things have intrinsic value; that don’t need proof for everyone to know its worth, yet is often overlooked for smaller, more distracting and shiny things.
He has to remember that temptations come in the form of distractions, and that he’ll be safe as long as he knows how to distract the distractions, or at least ignore them for long enough until help arrives.