( they step forward and back, some of the tension to his movements softening now that they have gone some time without accident, ice melting to water. )

It appears I will be playing many of their games whether I wish to or not.

( resignation colors his voice, a dissonance in his otherwise smooth tone. but it will fade with time. he is stiff but not inflexible. water is not, after all, and his very being belongs to the sea. )

I suppose I should accustom myself to this place sooner rather than later.

( which means looking directly at the debauched ones....his poor eyes. time to go play some games after this. )