Cade said, “You stay hidden, you stay a legend, for safety. But what if you didn’t?”
Jeremiah said, “Cade…”
“We protect our world.” The Sea King regarded him as they might a barnacle, a snarl of flotsam, an inexplicable human artifact with a robe falling from one shoulder. “That is how—”
“Yes, but you don’t, do you? If you have humans blundering in here. If you have to keep us forever so we don’t tell anyone. It doesn’t work. The stories get told.”
“What would you propose we do?”
Cade raised eyebrows. “You can breathe on land, can’t you? Some of you can make legs or whatever.” The Sea King was in fact wearing theirs right now. “Come out. Talk to us. Be real.”
Everyone spent a moment simply looking at him.
Cade shrugged. “Why not? The world isn’t fair. We all said so. Let’s change it.”
They looked at him some more. No one waved a spear, though; so he put hands in the pockets of his borrowed antique robes, put eyebrows up, and waited.