He prodded the flapping, struggling fish with a foot, and was not quite happy. The sewers were the same as always. The fish were the same as always.
"Anything new with you?"
And, hell, he still talked to fish as always.
He gutted the fish, sat on the boundary of the ledge, and bit into the raw meat.
The fish didn't respond as always.
When he finished, the bones were next to him. He would bury them later. After all, he was caught by his own reflection on the water's surface because in Solar Year 475 Sid got gray hair.