One turns to the other, "How long do you think this war's gonna last? We've been trudging along the seabed in this damn thing for way too long."

"Not much longer I hope." 

"What's a clownfish like you doing in the Aquatic Armoured Division anyway? Most wouldn't want to be stuck in a tiny two-fin sized box."

"Recruiter said it'd pay more, and I guess I thought I wouldn't mind some walls around me after my house was destroyed."

"Go on."

"It's the whole reason I joined the fighting force in the first place. Spent my last shells getting my family safe. I joined for the money but mostly because of the subfishidiaries the maritime government promised to give soldiers towards rebuilding their homes after the war."

"I wouldn't count of them upholding that, but you can certainly hope."

"Well, I had no choice."

"We've been in this tiny thing together for like what, three months and you're telling me all of this now?"

"Felt like appropriate timing."

"That's the whole reason you became a soldier? Not for duty or loyalty to your reef? But to get paid and the promise of a home at the end of it all?"

"Yeah, it's crazy what a fish might do without anemone."