He was lost in various repetitive attempts at rationalising the fact that maybe it was okay to be a supernatural creature; a Cyclops obviously – and perhaps there was something even – it wouldn't all be terrible, he was repeating. In, the, brain-head.

– Especially if this woman, you know, he clearly – his body clearly had already established a long and emotional connection to this woman not to mention other considerations, but – it would be amazing – and who was he anyway; what; at least, he knew now what – if this woman wasn't a close personal; familial relation. Like sister -- cousin wouldn't be great either – distant would be totally – but he had no idea concerning any kind of cultural impediments that there might be under certain – it would just be really good if she wasn't a relation; but also – a close personal one, a familial – one, like he said – but -

But then they were there.

He hadn't even seen the landscape; he'd been in his head. Which was apparently something he was prone to, he thought – he'd even – he had a half snatched thought that he was even processing through a landscape that was entirely in his head – but this was shattered anyway and out of any kind of mental coherence by –

Her indicating they should sit, “Let's try to come to some sort of understanding of this so you can move past the present moment.”

It was a big flat rock by a stream. Under a tree. The tree was dead.

“So you don't know who. you. are?” She sat next him. Secret knowledge. That was the thing about this woman. Whether this was inherent to him, or her – she had access to it. But did she only give the impression that she had the answer to many and extremely dark secrets – or was this actually the case? He could ask.

But anyway some part of him knew this to be the case. The part of him he had access to, however, didn't know anything. Which in this moment was rather frustrating.

“I believe that you know me, maybe I shouldn't... but I do,” and there had to be a polite way to ask, or at least figure out if they were very close personal relatives – maybe she was even his wife or significant lady person friend – he didn't know, obviously, the cultural arrangements, but this was obvious – that this wasn't the case. He told himself that this wasn't the case. Their being genetically closely related. Too genetically closely related to do... Anything that would be an impediment. Beside their being the same species. Their being close familial... people. “And I know nothing,” he finished the thought. “you say my name is Pry-Boak, and I'm a rank – and I'm a Cyclops but –”

To have sex with her. Was the obvious thing. Too close for that.

She got up and motioned him over to the stream. He joined her. She pointed at the water.

His reflection.

It wasn't particularly clear but – he had one Eye; he'd felt that out, he knew that – but – this was rather more – seeing was definitive.

Sitting back where were they had been, sitting beneath, or even inside, something of the vastness of what he lacked, but not just – connected... to her. The question. And any potential responses. This question. – Was his existence.

“What happened?”