At one time we were sitting in a forest and Rawiri Waititi said to me, "This isn't Aotearoa; this isn't New Zealand. This place has its own spirit and it has its own language". All of our languages take their characteristics from the environment. There is a language of the sea, there is another language from the mountains, a language of the rivers, and there is another language from the mist. That was the first thing I learnt when I went there. Rēkohu is the language of the mist. When we went down, when we descended into the mist we knew then that we were in a different place.