Had to be. Too many ripples and you can't see to the bottom, pond turns murky. The voices bounce off each other, balls of yarn knotted and tied...too loud. Too many.

[ She winces at the reminder, shaking her head briefly. She'd been meant to do more than listen, that's what they tried to do. Let her walk while waking, but it had all gone so very wrong. Now they wouldn't be quiet.

Not him, however. River's gaze turns skeptical, puzzled. ]

You make noise, but not theirs. Born of many you're softer than all of them. You...echo. Just one voice. How?