Guh... cough cough... The knight opens his mouth but only a shriveled rasp comes forth, like the sound of muscle tearing.

(Unintelligible sounds) ...The sea... Crush... the waves. Trample the sun. End the pain. Things should not, remain the same. The great tree, takes root in this land.

(Rasping growl) I am... I am...Knight!

—Roci—nante—!

[Rocinante brays —!!] The gigantic hippocampus Seaborn responds to his call. The waves are coming. Chase!