"If you think about it too much you might go mad."

" -oookay. Well, I can know, since I am human and humans don't go mad."

"But there's not stories."

"Uh huh. Okay. I guess we'll just look out for it."

"I want those flowers." Segda points.

She stops so Segda can get flowers.

Segda denudes a clearing of flowers and carries them all in an armful back onto the horse.

"What do you want all those for?"

"Not for something, I just want them."

"Okay. When we get to a city you know you can't just take stuff, right? It belongs to people."

"But if I want it I'll want to take it."

"And you will have to not take it even though you want to."

"...but if I want it."

"If you take things that aren't yours then probably someone will hit you and maybe they will kill you."

Segda makes a low buzzing sort of noise.

"You'll cope. Everyone else does."

Buzzzzzz.

"Or you'll die, I guess, that is always an option."

"I don't want to die!"

"I don't want you to die! I want you to, hmm, not want to steal things because you know if you did steal them you'd die."

"I sometimes want things!"

"Humans handle this by sometimes not doing things even when we want to."

Buzzzzzzzz.

Sigh. 

She starts sticking flowers through mane-braids. Approximately gently.