There’s nothing in the sea this fish would fear. Other fish run from bigger things. That’s their instinct. But this fish doesn’t run from anything. He doesn’t fear.

The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future.

What was it? What could it–His last thought was surprise.

He felt at once betrayed and betrayer, deceived and deceiver. He was a criminal forced into crime, an unwilling whore.