"They were on the beach," Kyle explains. "They were all bloated and squishy. Could be worse, I guess, but there sure were a lot of them."

"To be a lawyer. I wanna work in civil rights, or to help prevent huge corporations from fucking people and the earth quite so much." Somehow, his drink is gone. Huh. "I have no illusions, I know I can't fix everything, but you gotta try, you know?"