See

I have been looking for you.

Announce yourselves and the village lives.

The witches have escaped.

A message from Jerlamarel. It is a message for eyes.

"My dear children,

the river is the first step of your long journey back to me."

I'm missing something.

Something very important to me. We have to get it back.

I think I know who took our things. Look.

There are new whispers about you.

Who whispers? Lady An? Lord Dune?

Her death must involve no struggle.

No evidence of human hand.

I've decided I won't die for this city. This city will die for me.

Jerlamarel, you did not come for me.

So I am coming to you.

Chet-chet!

- -

Chet-chet-chet!

There you are.

Look what happened.

Look what I did.

Your story is over now.

All of you... I ended it.

But mine is just beginning.

Goodbye, Father.

I always loved you... even if you never did me.

Please, my queen.

God has abandoned us!

We are Payan. We are holy. We are chosen...

Come on, boy.

Okay. Good boy.

The beast has slept for too long.

And now it is awake.

Everything is ahead of us...

everything that matters.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Thank you.

What have I done?

You gave me some time alone.

Resisted the urge to push for answers you know I can't give.

What could be so important about some trinkets your father gave you

that you would risk your children's lives, your husband's life...

just to retrieve it?

I'm sure if there were more to that story than you've already divulged,

you would've told them before you would tell me.

I will say, though...

there is a different question...

I have spent the last little while...

unable to silence in my mind.

What question is that?

The day you arrived in our lives...

do you remember the last thing Jerlamarel said to me as he left?

I don't.

He said, "Be careful."

In that moment, and in every moment since,

I assumed he meant...

"Be careful with this woman I love, with the children she's soon to bear."

His words have been like a rock to me...

something solid to hang on to all these years.

But with all that has changed since we left the waterfall

and set off up this river...

I wonder if I misunderstood what he meant.

What else could he have meant?

Now your husband and children,

they have walked unarmed into grave danger because you said so.

They hardly hesitated.

Nor did you.

I feel something growing in you since we started upriver on this journey.

Something in your voice, in your way, Maghra.

Something formidable.

Something dark.

I am the same person you've known for almost a lifetime.

I understand your confusion, and I tolerate your curiosity.

But please do not suggest that my husband or my children are in grave danger

because of my sinister motives.

Or that I am indifferent to their welfare.

Hold my hand.

Pray with me...

that they'll all come back safe and unharmed.

These might be tracks here.

Where?

This is ridiculous.

What do you hear?

Nothing.

I hear humming.

Yes.

A bunch of people, and they're humming.

Coming from that way.

Humming? Who's humming?

Humming.

What is this?

Opayol. Scavengers.

There's no one down there. It looks deserted.

It isn't.

They're about by night, and they sleep by day.

They're the ones who took our things.

They're most definitely down there.

What I can't say is how many men.

I'm guessing there's a lot more of them than there are of us.

- Easily. - We're not turning back.

I'm also guessing they're a lot less unarmed than we are.

Whatever the significance of your mother's possessions,

I am certain she would not want either of you dead over it.

Me too.

But I can get in and out of there without them even knowing I was there.

No one's going anywhere alone.

I have to go alone.

I'm least likely to get caught that way.

I can slip in and out.

You said so yourself, they're probably asleep.

But if you wake one of 'em, the other ones will come out quickly.

Then I'll avoid them.

Mama knew how difficult it would be to find this,

and she's asked us anyway.

Are we saying that we don't trust her to understand what that means?

Are we saying we think she's incapable of making that kind of decision?

Okay.

Okay.

You're both right here.

I'll call out if I need help.

But I have to try.

This is a... terrible idea.

No, we should've stopped her.

How?

She would've done this for any one of us.

She would not have been stopped by any one of us.

Honestly, I don't think this has anything to do with us.

I think the moment that Mom mentioned her father,

her connection to him,

Haniwa's decision was made.

You know, there wasn't even a decision to be made. It was unavoidable.

The idea of an absent father,

the chance to reconnect,

it was just...

It was too much for her.

And I'm just afraid that there's not gonna be...

Oh, no.

Haniwa!

Haniwa!

Haniwa. Haniwa.

- Is she still breathing? - Yeah.

- Where's she hurt? - I can't see.

- - Dad!

Wait. No. Wait. No, no, no, no, no!

- -

No. Stop. Stop! You don't know who he is!

I don't care who he is!

His-His chest.

- - Look. Feel. Feel.

Get up. Get up.

He can see.

So empty here.

I was born into the sound of the engines...

thunder, power...

meaning.

I spent my entire life bathed in it.

Never ventured far enough from the capital that I couldn't hear it.

I always wondered what the world would sound like if I'd ventured a little...

further.

Turns out, sounds like nothing at all.

How unbelievably boring.