"Welcome back, Vand."
"They took me hostage in one of their concrete mountains. I was there for three years. Then, I slaughtered them all with a few beads of sweat."
"In that case, let us teach you a highly deadly technique so that this won't happen again."
"Did you know that the body is mostly made up of water?"
"Your job is to take the water out and then use it."
"Oh, wow, thank you. Let us practice in dream."
Suddenly, I was not underwater but back on the island. I knew it was only in the dream, that I was still sound asleep underneath the crushing weight of the ocean. Then, I saw a person walking towards me with a knife. I attempted to take the water out of his body but it didn't work. In reflex, I simply cut him apart with the water from the ocean.
I saw another person walking towards me with a knife. I attempted to take the water out of his body, but just made him spit. I used this spit to cut him apart.
I practiced and practiced in the dream world, until it was second-hand nature to me.