William
"Thank you." **Mercy humbly accepted the next skewered fish, waiting to finish speaking before devouring it.** "I don't think you're the best...'source' of wisdom, given your trauma. It's similar to mine. Hate is a bad, bad thing. It's wicked, it can cause an otherwise peaceful person to turn evil in the blink of an eye. I know it too well, my Uncle was evil..."

**Again, mentioning her Uncle caused the girl's temperament to shift uncomfortably. Soon however, she was enjoying her fish, picking chunks out of it with her teeth, chewing, and swallowing earnestly.**

"Wait... What?*Continuously* Skewering themselves? That's ridiculous. If I thrust into their heart, that's instantly lethal. They'll buckle. Although I have witnessed what you're talking about firsthand. I've seen. In the heat of things, people can become... Intense."

**She'd raise her eyebrow at Serena mentioning a teacher, and they she wasn't the best option for one.** "Hey, I'm not asking you to teach me anything. I appreciate this, this food, the advice, the comfort but... I go alone. I've been that way for a while now, and I probably will continue to do so. Sorry. It's best that way."
James
"Eh, maybe. Can't hurt to have a second opinion though, right? That's what causes discussion. Though some people are inherently evil."

*Serena places another fish on the fire, but also takes one for herself.*

"Man, fresh food cooked over an open fire, with fresh air always tastes good."

*Serena consumes the fish quickly, but almost delicately. She very efficiently strips the fish of its tasty, oily flesh, taking delight in the taste of it.*

"Well, might not always hit the heart. Plus, if someone has a breastplate, you'll need to hit the face. Which is a lot harder. Even so, people don't die *Instantly.* Believe me, I've seen a lot."

*Serena raises an eyebrow at Mercy's comment of being alone. For a loner, she sure was needy, and lacked the skills to fend for herself.*

"A bit needy for a loner. Jokes aside, that's a good policy to have. Though, might want to learn how to actually fend for yourself out here. Such as, learning to boil crabs. Relations can't hurt though. What's your plan though. Got any goals?"
William
***"Needy?"*** **Mercy pondered a swift and sharp objection, but befor she could croak out a retort... She had to contemplate if it was even worth it. Here was a slime; a very polite slime among other things, that's been courteous, compassionate and good company altogether... Mercy couldn't muster the courage to oppose her now, it wasn't ideal in the slightest.** "...I-I really need to learn how to accept criticism..." **The girl choked out a response absentminded.**

"Oh, goals? Iee—uhuh—uh no, not... Not really. My dad he uhh, he just... Passed away not too long ago as you know, and I really... Didn't have plans then. I'm just figuring everything out, you know? Coping, coming to terms with things... Starving..." **She japed, following up by devouring the rest of her fish; making that her second helping. She already craved more.**

"Mm..." **She set the skewer down near Serena subtly, as if to ask for more.** "...Anyways I've made it this far, haven't I? That must mean something. I-I am no pushover by any means. I'll fight when I have to, Serena, I imagine you would too... Just... I tend to stick to myself so I can avoid any potential fights. I mean, no one's going out of their way to find me out here!"