He could talk about the cat that only he and the eldest father could see, or the man who smelled like storms and far off places, but there's a truer answer than those.

"It was you," Sorey tells him, looking up from his arms again. "When you saw the fountain. I was confused before, but when you saw the water, it's like I could feel your interest and longing."

He pushes himself up to sit cross-legged on the grass. "I'm not anything special; it's you."