Eddy: Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Pavel’s bute wasn’t treated right- so now he’s all… messed in the head.
Pavel: I AM NOT!
Pavel brandishes his knife at his roommate, who is far enough away to not be threatened by the utensil.
Pavel: This stuff is just really interesting to me… jeez…
Eddy: A little TOO interesting, I think. Only a Fata Morgana would treat those THINGS so well…
Pavel: THINGS? Are you kidding? Those are all of your ancestors out there!
Pavel gestures towards the shore with his hand and leans toward Eddy. He’s no longer upset, he looks empathetic, and imploring, thinking of the misery he saw in the sea just that morning. Eddy raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.
Pavel: Their families, their friends… even their dogs and cats! Every creature that ever lived, good and bad. I mean, everyone except Shoshana. She got lucky. If you get close to them, you can see it in their eyes… They’re hungry, and so sad… No seaghost ever looks HAPPY.
Voice: Except for the red ones.
Pavel drops his hands and turns to face the fifth member of their table. She looks terrified, shoulders hunched up to her ears and pink eyes wide and fixed on a distant point in space. She has a pink flower tucked behind her ear on the right side of her head, the same side on which her hair is stained white and falls straight down, blocking half of her face. The other side is smooth dark brown. Pavel tilts his head, curious.
Pavel: Wait… You saw the RED TIDE?
