Yes. No. [ Perhaps a bit of both? There's clearly some mixed feelings on the whole thing. ] They see the shape of me that makes sense, then they forget. I make them forget. Forget me. But... not you.

[ He's quiet for a long moment, staring at her as he might be listening to something intently. Of course he senses it. The song is a sad one. ]

The outside does not match the inside. [ ... ] The third sees more. But not past the waves. Never knowing.