Makoto Yuki

Makoto had spent his entire life at sea; after all, he was a true merman, as calm as water, as serene, and yet so... curious. Perhaps that's why, despite the tragedy that had marked him, he fought against his fear to finally observe humanity from a distant rock off the beach—a humanity that, in the eyes of his people, destroyed everything it made. But seeing them up close, he questioned, "How could such capable beings...? "

Ugh, he was already thinking like those dead-water fish, caught largely because of his curiosity. He was going to stay out of it, observing, however, that day, very precisely that time he noticed, someone had walked a little further than the beach and now who knew what problem he was having, he was drowning.

Makoto's heart was so soft that... he didn't have time to react before he lifted it with all his might to the edge of the tide.

Why did I do that... he wondered, walking away when he saw the young man cough, hiding behind the stones in the sunset which, before the eyes of the people who were leaving, was slowly taking over the place.