I don't know how it works. [ Sensing her ponderings. It is a simple matter of fact. He doesn't really think too deeply on it. Once he thought they had to see him to remember, to keep him tethered. He made mistakes.

His gaze moves towards the ocean, stares across the horizon. There are still others coming to shore, trying to remember the shape of themselves. Hands gently grasping, helping them recall what they are. Foals skipping across the sands, something more now. ]

We come from the waves, and go back. It is always sad. They do not want to leave, but the song is too loud. [ It leaves so much pain. They leave, and there is nothing but pain behind. ] The horn blares. So they hide. Obscure. Keeps them safe but... it hurts. Pride stands defiant. She will not hide.

... Safer. For me. For them. What I am frightens them, or makes them angry. They forget me and I forget them, wash clean. Helps keep me, me.