There was no choice to be made. The yes was an automatic pick and Mark felt himself filled with memories and powers, of people he had never met before but he should know, of things he had never done before but he could.
Magically having powers would not allow Mark to survive that fall but it would provide him with enough cushion room to slow himself down. This way, the gravity would not fully crush him.
The winds came down to slow his fall, his body moving along with the wind and working to right his balance. He should not take too much damage here.
But all that was for nought when Mark fell into a body of water gently. It felt like cotton on his body which was now covered with scales and he found himself on top of the water's surface, trying to breathe.
