“We cannot,” Harmony agreed. “But there is something we can do.” The figure stood close, directly in front of her now. She could feel no breath from its mouth, no sound as it moved. “Thanks to your friends, isolation is over. Quarantine is done. All the population could be citizens, if they wished to be. Most will not—this is the nature of any state. The responsibilities of citizenship are too high. Yet you would not need to travel anywhere, or invoke any strange rituals. You could even be human again, if you wanted to be. All citizens’ bodies change when they accept the responsibilities placed on them. If you tire of equinoid existence, then live it no longer.”