Marcellus
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Marcellus
[narrating] Oh, how I miss the quiet. There is no quiet like the bottom of the sea. And now that my time is running out, I try to recall it clearly.
Marcellus
[in the ocean] I once knew every current, every path through the kelp. And the rush of endless freedom. There was a buffet of delicacies, all for my taking. But best of all, I could be alone. Oh, how I miss the peace and quiet of home.
[children crowding and gawking at his aquarium]