Maro: *it brings the chunk of flesh up to it's mouth and swallows it.*
Iris: *they turn away, trying not to gag.*

Maro: Very well. *they pull out a small knife and poke at their own arm.*
Iris: ... you're not going to-?
Maro: *before iris could finish the blade sunk into it's arm and it began to cut as they walked.*

Maro: It's fish, I like fish okay?
Iris: . . . I'm more then just a "fish".

Maro: *it was licking at the harpoon.* what? can I not admire the taste?

Iris: *they follow ink.*
Maro: *it follows as well.*