Silver Creek waiting for a passing feeling

I know right!!

It was now becoming a bit more clear why the two weren't finishing each other's sentences by now. In a way, Uka thought that interacting with Delight was akin to speaking with a rebellious teen, and that seemed to be pretty accurate. It was almost as if he were speaking to his own son, except he was sure that his kids would be a lot less headass than this ray of sunshine beside him. Only when I gotta be. I'm not as agile as I used to be. And when trying to take on fish like these, one needed to be as able-bodied as possible. 

Plus, I grew up around little fish like this, so killing 'em feels kinda...well, it feels too personal, I guess. To Uka, eating seafood was akin to eating one's own brother — every sane person knew that you just didn't do it. How about yourself, sailor?