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[Marco's voice starts off cheerfully enough.]

Hey everyone, I think I found the place where the cave-in for the train-thing is. The currents here are pretty weird so if we can get ... some ... strong swimmers then...

[He starts trailing off, obviously seeing something.] Pops...? [His voice is quiet, barely audible. It's not possible, he knows it's not, he watched the man die. So it's just like Luffy's food and an illusion. Has to be. But then it gets stronger.] POPS!! [He starts running, sandals hitting the wood of the deck.] Pops... [This time he just sounds anguished. And then suddenly there's a splash. Uh where did Marco go?]

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[And Marco's just going to be over here drowning. Nice.]

[Seriiusly, Marco? Grell continues to watch, because reapers really should involve themselves into the lives of humans, even though it's fun.

Hasn't Japan saved him yet? Should Grell save his sorry backside? He would totally owe her--

...oh...OH YES. Going to go save him now and hang it over his head later. With a sigh, she takes off her coat and disappears.

THIS WATER IS COLD GOOD FATES.]

[And Marco's still trying to reach for his Pops, even though he knows he's dead.]

[Grell looks around beneath the watr, thankful that she doesn't breathe, and finds the idiot bird brain sinking further and further. She dives down more, unaware of just how dangerous open waters like this are.

She grabs his foot, not so gently either.]

[He would seriously try to kick her off thinking it was a tentacle monster, but he can't move and he's starting to go unconscious. So his foot is all hers.]

[Grell wastes no time and transported them back to the ship, depositing them both onto the deck. Grell let's go of his foot and pushes back her sopping wet hair.

Wet kitten...]

Can someone hand a lady a towel? [She wrings out her hair. No, she will not swab the deck afterwards.]

[Coughs and then stares at. Okay. Off to wordlessly get her a towel. Returns and gives it. STILL NO WORDS.]

[Sh takes it with a soft 'thank you', blotting her hair dry.]

So what exactly were you chasing down there?

My father. [Linefaced and deadpan.]

[Grell pauses in her actions and looks to him with a raised eyebrow.]

It would be remiss of me to ask if you're certain. [She continues to dry her hair.] If he was there, then he is now lost at sea. Unless he can breathe underwater.

[Balls up a fist and goes to punch her in the jaw.]

Don't act like that doesn't matter!

[Blinks at the fist. She sighs softly, dodging it easily.]

I'm desensitized to such circumstances, however I was not suggesting such. [ADJUSTS GLASSES] Do you believe your father is down there, still?

[Grits his teeth and goes to kick something turning away from her.]

He died. If that was still him I wouldn't be up here no matter what anyone did.

[He'll thank her later when he doesn't want to kill everyone and everything.]

Then it's best to stay on board. You can't save him if you drown.

[She wraps her hair in the towel and goes to retrieve her coat.] But that is simply my opinion, which you will more than likely ignore.

I can't save him anyway. Dead is dead. Isn't that the lesson you tried to impress on me? [Glares over his shoulder.]

At least you learn. A lot of others do not.

[Such a cold glare. How she loves it.]

Memories are precious. Try to savour them, rather than go overboard with attempting to recapture them.

Thanks for saving me, but don't ever tell me what to do regarding my family. It's my job, my everything to protect them. Dead or not.

This place... is horrible. But people don't show up dead here. They don't even stay dead. So all this? [Shakes his head jerkily.] It's an anomaly. More than the dead being alive.

Protecting the dead? I guess I'm not needed.

[She sighs softly, weary. The talk of the living dead is always being brought up, and it rubs her the wrong way.]

A horrid way to desecrate the DEAD. There really is no shame, here.

You're welcome~. [And you owe her. A silent addition to the statement.]

[Just stares at. And finally...]

Why did you save me anyway? I didn't take you for a Hero.

Would you like the truth, or a lie?

[Deadpan forever.] Which is more entertaining?

Good question. [She's actually thinking about this.] Entertaining for whom?

[Sticks his tongue out.] Let's make a game of it. You can tell me both and it'll be up to me to discern.

[GRINS]

Excellent! Okay, the lie: I would miss you.

The truth: it would be a good way for you to owe me~.

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