"Ugh.." He slowly awoke. He realized he'd been knocked out, tied to a chair, and from the look of it, in a cell. The door started to slowly open. He saw an Octarian peek through the door. She had eye goggles on and had a gun on her side. "Don't get excited. I'm just here to feed you, scumbag." She carried a plate of seaweed and started to walk towards him. "..Why am I here again?" "Oh, I dunno, besides coming into our territory without permission?" She snapped. "Oh… right." He remembered how he had fallen. "Now eat your food so you can suffer by yourself." He sat quietly. "..So that's how it is… huh?" "What're you yapping on about now?" She asked. "Why can't Octolings and Inklings live together? We'd survive easier. None of your kind would die. Why does it have to be like this?" He asked the Octoling. She was surprised at the remark. "Just what side are you on, Inkling?!" "..I'm on your side. I think." He confessed. "Well, tough luck. That's not your choice. You're our enemy, whether you LIKE it, or not." "WELL WHY CAN'T WE CHANGE THAT?" He snapped at the Octoling. "Whatever. Just let me feed you. And what makes you WANT to talk to us?" "...I saw one of your kind..die..I..never want to see anything like that again, nor do I wish that on another soul." They both looked at each other. He could tell she had tragic experiences like him. Something resonated between the two. "..Can you get me outta here?" They stared at each other for awhile. "...Okay, dumbface- I'll.. consider your request. But try anything, and I'll kill you with my own two fists, got it?" He gulped. "Y-yes ma'am."