[As he's done so many times before, Marco listens to Kira in a quasi-horrified silence. He needs help, Marco tells himself. There's something chilling about his words, no doubt, about his steadfast refusal to be a monster despite apparently being used to taking women's severed hands out on dates, but... shouldn't that give Marco hope? What if it's a sign he knows something is wrong? What if he just doesn't know he wants help yet - or rather, what if he just doesn't understand that the kind of help he needs isn't a back-alley surgery?

He takes a deep breath, forces his voice steady. When he speaks, his words have an unintentional, almost singsong quality to them.]

Kira, listen. It's not your looks that make you a monster. I'm fully willing to help you keep your humanity - believe me, that's what I want for myself and for everyone I love too - but not by chopping off body parts.

If I removed my own fins, that wouldn't bring back all the people I've drowned. If you keep cutting off your... I don't know, your spikes... [He hesitates. This is a risky statement.] ... that isn't going to stop your hunger.