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Emy flinched slightly at the noise. She then wouldn't look at him for a moment.
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Léan arched an eyebrow at the look on her face. "...What? What is it?" Of course, he didn't suspect her disgust was about his eating habits. This was how everyone in his world ate. They always ate live fish.
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Emy hook her head slightly. "The way you eat the fish...I'm sorry but it makes me little queasy." She shuddered slightly. "And when you kill it..."
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Léan rolled his eyes. "This is how I always eat. This is how everyone in my world eats. Frankly, I don't understand why you humans waste the metal on making eating utensils when you could just use your hands."
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Emy shook her head a little and looked at him. "Its not that. I told you before that I've never or killed anything in my life, save for a few spiders. When you kill the fish it makes me...I don't know. Something in me just freaks out a little." She sighed. "I'm not fond of death. Sometimes I won't even eat meat if I'd seen the animal it came from."
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"To eat, you have to kill. Whether you're killing animals or plants, you still have to kill," Léan protested, pointedly. "So, to survive, we all have to kill."
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Emy looked at him kind of tiredly now. "I know that killing is necessary to survive. As long as I don't kill anything, I can get by on a clear concience."
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"Hmph." Léan finished up his fish. "My conscience is much more lenient on me. We don't heavily process and globally distribute our food like you do, so we hunt for ourselves."
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Emy nodded slightly. "I guess you're used to killing things then. Unlike me. I do not ever wish to bet used to taking away the life of another." Her eyes looked a little clouded as she said that, as if thinking of someone.
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"Suit yourself. Me, I like to see where my food comes from instead of purchasing it post-killed...you don't even know exactly how your food is prepared," Léan accused, dryly. Certainly not fond of humans or their way of life...
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Emy blinked and looked at him, her eyes became more normal. She suddenly smiled a little. "You are right. One way seems better than the other, but I couldn't bring myself to do it."
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"I suppose you have not been raised for it," Léan amended. "If we ever trade anything to purchase fish, we purchase them live. And I must know where they come from, personally, before I will even think about eating them."
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Emy listened, then nodded slightly. "Humans would do that....but they're either too trusting or too lazy. I'm not sure which."
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"Probably both," Léan hummed, closing his eyes. He used the walkway for support again, obviously not having a lot of strength.
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Emy looked at him for a moment. "You think I'm too trusting?" She asked like she was curious, not accussingly.
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'You're trusting an unfamiliar, possibly violent creature that you have never seen before in your life being this close to you," Léan reminded her, amused.
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Emy smiled a little. "Yes. But...I've learned something. When first meeting someone, its good to show trust and kindness. Because, if you are afraid and suspicious, the other person will act on that and be the same way, possibly attacking you." She smiled more. "Even though I was not thinking of this when I came up here the first time, I did not believe that you would hurt me if I made it clear that I had no bad intentions."
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"Huh. Not like most humans. Most humans act like the crowd out there..." Léan drawled, closing his eyes. "Mm...I'm tired...you can just put those fish back for now, if we are leaving tonight...I can eat them later."
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Emy grinned slightly, but decided not to say anything. She nodded slightly. "You need rest. Go on. Everything will be ready when it's time to go."
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Léan nodded thankfully. "All right...I will see you later." Without another word, he sank down below the surface again to rest on the rocks. He was exhausted.
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Emy smiled and watched him, then left to the parking lot. Where a large closed jeep was sitting by her car. She smiled when she saw the person inside. "Hey, Roger." The man smiled and got out of the front seat and picked her up in a big hug. "Damn, girl. I haven't seen you in ages!" Emy laughed and hugged him back happily.
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Léan was hounded by both the visitors and the staff all day long to get up and do tricks. Luckily, he was a deep sleeper, and he managed to sleep through most of their hounding soundly.
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Emy came through the gate about an hour before it was time to feed Léandre. Roger came with her, carrying a bag over his shoulder. He was a pretty big man, about six foot four, broad shoulders and a long muscular body. She took him up to the walkway but told him not to go out onto it. Roger was very curious though, so when Emy's back was turned while she was setting up, Roger walked out onto the platform and looked around for the merman.
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Léan was curled up on the rocks below, fast asleep. It was obvious that he wasn't looking too well. He was very pale and there were slight bags under his eyes.
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Roger took in a sharp breath. "Damn...he doesn't look good." He looked back towards the door. "Hey, Emy. You might want to hurry." Emy came out with a blue tarp. "Huh? What's wrong?" Roger pointed to the merman that he still didn't know the name of. "He don't look well." Emy gasped and dropped the tarp. She quickly took off her shoes and jacket and dove into the water, swimming down to him quickly.
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