Let's go, Roman

The divers exchanged weary glances, the exhaustion clear in their eyes. They had been battling the cold, relentless sea for hours, their bodies aching from the strain, but as they looked at Roman, crumpled on the wet pavement with his eyes wide and unfocused, they couldn't bring themselves to give up. This was a father who had just lost his son, and the pain in his eyes mirrored the kind of fear that any parent would understand. They nodded solemnly to Robert, and with a shared, unspoken resolve, they slipped back into the water, their determination renewed despite the odds stacked against them.

Robert watched them dive beneath the surface again, the ripples from their entry spreading out like the fragile hope that still lingered in the air. He turned to Roman, who was still sitting on the ground, his hands trembling as he stared blankly at the sea. The sight of his brother, usually so composed and in control, now reduced to a shell of himself, tore at Robert's heart.