WARNING! The following page contains spoilers for the lore of Worlds Adrift
I used to pick up Mantas when I was little. You could clean their gills, and pet them, and they didn't seem to mind. My older sister was horrified when I told her what I'd been doing. But once, a Manta bit off a piece of my finger, and I knew things would never be the same. If I sight a cloud of them now, I know to steer the other way.
It makes me sad that they are angry at us. I suppose the Mantas are only defending themselves. All of us are desperate, knowing everything could be a threat, or if not, prey. At least if we find friendship, it can help us feel part of something.