"Do you suppose an orca will die of infection from the water it lives in? Do you suppose my scales are so weak? Don't be ridiculous! I'll...be fine..."

Seto looks at the sand below him, at the blood that's soaked through substantially. His head is spinning, caught in a riptide that blurs his vision.

Had Gozaburo truly gotten his better after all? Was he really that injured, that a human would be of any use to him, even with his stupid line of thought in which Seto's wounds would fester in the sea that swirled around him at all times?

"Just shut up, won't you? I'm not...weak."