"Indeed. Had I been truly myself, it would have been no match," because he needed that reassurance. The knowledge that he could have stopped it if he had wished. "However, it was indeed like a rush, and no speed would have been enough to put an end to that nonsense," he paused in his speech, but his feet did not stop moving.

He'd really come out of curiosity. That humans could be so fascinated by what he considered normal perplexed him. Why is it that they wished to create a world not unlike his? However, his curiosity had indeed been rewarded. By a mere flutter in the breeze, in fact.

"I believe it was because a child's clothing had become stuck on me," he answered finally, a bit stiffly. Horns were an inconvenience.