(Written by Calliope while the group rested in the shortcut cave on the way to the falls. She pretended to write a song during this time so that the others would leave her alone to think; but, in reality, she was much too angry to compose anything and wrote this instead.)
I hate this. I hate this place. I hate this feeling.
I have been in this cave - walked this river - before. Many times. And the last time I did... I was angry. Blisteringly angry. But I can’t… I can’t remember why.
It is just a flash of a memory. Almost just… a feeling and nothing more.
I remember… I remember I had never been so furious. And it was awful. Gods, it is awful: I can feel it now, that all-consuming white-hot anger radiating from my chest all the way to my wingtips. Why do all my memories have to come back so… real?
Now I am just sitting here: but I can’t remember anything more and I can’t calm down. I want to! I really do. I just... can’t.
And Helikaon keeps needling me about… nothing! Tambourines, and supplies, and whether I am keeping pace, and all these things that are just so unimportant in the face of… of… oh, I don’t know! Why can’t I remember? What is wrong with me?