(Should she apologize? How can she amend her words when she feels she has done nothing wrong? While her human body is young, her mind is old. So old, in fact, that it borders on ancient.)

Unicorns can love, but I never did. I have not mated either or brought a foal into the world. We do as our natures dictate. If I need to eat, I eat; if I need to sleep, I sleep. I did not think about finding others of my kind until I heard a man claiming there were no more.

He spoke to his companion, saying... (She pitches her voice to mimic the conversation she had overheard.) “Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things."

"Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?"

"No, but I wonder if any man before us ever thought his time a good time for unicorns.”