Shrieky nods, taking a few more steps out. A neon turquoise sand crab skitters over one of his feet, and he glances over his shoulder, shooting Jae a loose little smile, "I do like it here. I don't want you to think that I'm unhappy at all, because I'm not."

He's still smiling when he looks back down, shifting up onto his toes, as a particularly high wave creeps up towards his knees, "I know that people don't take the pamphlet seriously, and I assume that it makes sense not to believe it, but what I heard from it, I thought was good. About being lucky to have been brought here. Being chosen. I would like to believe those things."