[He doesn't respond right away, breathing a sigh as he makes his way into the part of the reef that Choromatsu calls home. He gently sets his hand down on the floor of one of the large reefs of coral so he can swim off and rest there instead of in his palm.]

My son...you are a good boy. I know you want to think the best of humans...and most of us generally do. There are many humans out there who are kind, and thoughtful, and considerate even of the things that they do not understand. But unfortunately, as the way the world tends to be, those who would not do those things are far outnumbered by those who would.

We are not human, Choromatsu. We are different in a special, wonderful way. In ways humans cannot comprehend, and never will be able to. And showing ourselves to even just one...

[He shakes his head, reaching out to brush the top of his head, fondly.]

It invites the rest of the world to look upon us as things different from them...things to take power from, things to be afraid of...things to keep locked away.

Do you understand what I am telling you?