Ezekiel
"I don't know about that, they tasted pretty sour to me." He pondered aloud to himself, or perhaps he was mocking her suspicion, deeming it a waste of time and energy. He grinned at her and just shrugged, arms open.
"I thought someone who claimed wanting to hold everything would look forward to having someone to themselves. Or would you actually throw something away? Hard to believe... but no. As someone who was betrayed, I wouldn't do the same. If my word is not good enough, then let me offer tribute instead." And with a placid, serene smile he dug his fingers into his rib-cage, digging into flesh and bone with grotesque cracking and snapping sounds before ripping the heart out of his chest.
At that moment, blood spewed from his mouth, a fatal wound would still be fatal even for him. His eyes looked almost tired, sad if it weren't for the smile.
"You're a real heart-catcher you know that?"
He tossed the heart at the fish. She had no way of knowing such a thing, but even if he was tired he still breathed and looked at her with the same intent. Just as he had been riddled with holes before, he refused to die from this. Simply put, through his own desire he had already gotten closer to immortality than the girl before him.
