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Kril was worthless.
No matter how hard he tried, he would never get his home back, never get back to the tidepool, never get out of this place.
Worthless
Gunk filled his gills. All he could do was weakly march on to his inevitable death, but none of the creatures he passed so much as raised a claw at him.
Worthless
And he was angry, so angry. Angry at that Loan Shark for taking his home, at Prawnathan for keeping it, at Roland for letting his employees die for the sake of profit, at Firth for treating Roland like a Cod, at everything and everyone for letting it get this far.
Worthless
He was angry at the microplastics in his blood for polluting him beyond salvation.
Worthless
He was angry at the microplastics in the water for polluting it beyond salvation.
Worthless
There was no way to save them, they had all been damned long before they hatched.
Worthless
And as his legs marched onward to some distant place
there was nothing in his head
but an endless scream.