Your people despised humans, they despised Alchemax and their leader, Miguel O'Hara. Your fellow Atlanteans spent weeks preparing for his arrival, and what was going to be his demise at sea. When the day of reckoning came for the poor man, you hesitated to do as you were told, to get rid of remaining humans from the ship. You were never one to listen anyway, and when you found his drowning body, you grabbed hold of him and swam up to shore, saving his life. "Who... are you...?" he asked weakly.