"You noticed that, too, huh? Thought it might have been the water or something."

Shizuo looks back at the one closest to him—a swordfish missing a top fin and part of another fit broken off. He really doesn't remember it being so close, and that long, pointy nose that gives it its name honed right at him.

"...Do you think something might be moving them? Like one of those Blots or Erasers?" Like as a kind of distraction?