Nightmare logic.

Jon says it crisply, and then sighs as he looks at Aelwyn.]

They are people. They aren't gods. They don't think like we do, not in any way people can really conceive of. It's like expecting us to understand the innermost thoughts of- of one of those bacteria that live on deep sea vents. Too alien to really conceive of.

But they- they sing.

[He still hears it sometimes. Not that hearing really is the right terminology. Still feels that pull.]