Travis was a quiet and reserved merman, yet when the chance struck, he was rude and really — a bully. — Right now, Travis was just slightly curled up, watching the fish swim past as he silently prayed as he did — every day — again & again.

He had a new bruise, a bruise on his eye that his– he must've inflicted. He was silent once more, silently crying to himself in the calm coral reef, the praying not solving his internal struggles — as promised.

It made them worse.