"Let the water in."

His strong, wet arms wrapped around her belly without a warning, and soon enough he rested his head on her shoulder. “How are the animals?” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

(choices? oh no, my worst enemy) The port was quiet, and the drowned man sat besides the assassin. Just watching the waves, and the stars. “I didn’t...” He broke the silence, turning his head to Kayn. “... think, that I’d ever have a night I wasn’t drowning someone again. Thanks.”

“... there a reason for that?”

“I finally come back, and that’s the first thing you say...?” He chuckles. And complies. One now half-naked drowned man stands in front of Kayn.

“In our ways, we fought and teased before the winner took their position on the top.” “... I guess, we can just assume I win every time. That solves things.”

“You... ah. Yeah.” “I don’t know. Do what you feel. I got nothin’ to advice you within love.”

“Listen to the voices in your head, then. S’ what I did. Seems like they lead to more than just murder sometimes. Sometimes.”

“... I’m a new house?” He tilted his head, confused. “I don’t know how to flirt, Kayn. I can try. If you want it.”

The Drowned One turned to face the Angel, nodding. “Fit as a sturdy net.” He turned to look at Bilgewater below them, sparse lanterns and open windows illuminating the settlement. “Guy below us ain’t.” He tugged on a rope tied next to him going all the way over the edge, pulling just enough to reveal the hanged man’s head. “Dirty captains.”

“That’s sadly one of the things I know.”He leaves his hand on his forehead for a while, trying to think of a way to gently let her know. It wasn’t coming to him. “You shove your fingers up a guy’s arse and look for their spot. And keep doing it until they’re as dry as beef jerky. I uh, met a few folk who were into it back in my butcherin’ days. Weird people. Very cheerful."