Friendships, to a certain extension, would always lead to beautiful heart-to-heart conversations, when the two of us just poured out all of the deepest emotions in our life.

As we grew closer and closer, to a relationship as loving and warm as sister and little brother, I began to tell her my own adventure, my own journey to safety.

"So, you see, I used to live deeper under, with my mum and my brothers, and the life there was peaceful. We collected little creatures around for meals and stuff, and it was sort of boring and normal, except for one thing.

Mum literally partibled my siblings more than me, because... well, look at me, my color is something insulting to her and the brothers' distinct pink shade. She saw me as an uncomfortable thorn in her vision, and hated me. Really, really loathed me."

"I think that this lemon coat of yours looks exceptionally cute, and someone who doesn't acknowledge this truth is trash." Angy interrupted with a straight declaration, and particularly enjoyed her astonishment when I showed no sign of disagreement, regard that she was cursing my mother.

"And I wasn't OK with that unfairness, so I just did what anyone would have done: I protested and ran away. She and the stupid little other octopuses couldn't have cared less, really, seeing a relative leaving like that."

"What monsters." Angy angrily huffed.

"Yeah. So, I saw no chance of cutting off their existence in my life forever like I planned if I stayed in that depth underwater, that was why I decided to swim up. To here, where I could finally be free of those nightmares haunting my happiness.

It was difficult in the beginning, like in climate change, when the water pressure and the scenes and the formation of rocks and the population of species changed suddenly, and I had to get used to all of those differences. But it was easier to breath, with no discrimination of skincolor, and life here is better. I got myself a little shelter, and I can find food pretty good, and," I smiled brightly, "I got myself a great friend."

"Oh, dear, who is that? I'm definitely going to kill him." Angy laughed with me, she understood my small joke.

"Oops, that's not lenient." I grinned.

"Hey." Angy returned her seriousness, and stared at me earnestly. "Was your mum your greatest fear?"

I weighed the question for a while, letting it sink into my mind for the honest answer. My mother was monstrous to me, but her action left nothing of an emotion from me aside from a complicated hatred and anger.

"No." I shrugged, "I hated her, but I never feared her."

"Hm... I think she was, really, although you mustn't have realized that. We hated the things we are scared of the most, for being frightened about it coming after us. Fears make us weak, and absolutely no one wants to show off their biggest weakness."

"Then what is your greatest fear?" I asked curiously.

"Me?" She looked a mixture of surprise and sadness, "I fear that someday I will turn into an animal. Not only an animal body, but also a wild, animal mind. I love being wise."

Me, too.

I loved Angy being wise.

Because she now is not.