"I know." She turned away, dismissing herself from this conversation. She was defending Sasuke, she realized, by playing off Marco's own history with his mother. And his father. "Especially not for you."

It wasn't fair of her. She knew that.

She couldn't fully bring herself to care.

Slipping back under the water, she kicked out and angled around, deciding she'd had enough with dwelling on the past she couldn't change. Marco wanted equivalencies? She could at least give him a few cause and effects. If he didn't move, she'd start with instruction on the result of someone pulling your legs out from under you. He was already soaking. Might as well get moving to warm himself up a little -- even if the air was never really cool on ship.