[He looks at her as if he's not sure how to answer. Except...that's inaccurate. He knows the answer. But the answer is inextricably linked to...well, everything. His past. His life. His fears.]
[He lowers his dual-wielding toad hands to his sides as he feels a lump well up in his throat. Why did he tell her that? She's going to judge him. He was dangerous. Walking around with powers like his with little to no understanding?]
[But she protected his privacy. She cared enough about him to keep whatever he said in his drug-induced euphoria to herself.]
[Finally, he sighs.]
I...I'm pretty sure...I mentioned something about being called a "monster." That...was just one of the things people back home used to call me. "Monster." "Cursed child." Where I come from...the only people with hair like mine have...tainted blood. Demonkin and Beastkin ancestry. But my parents...they're...were normal humans.
[He doesn't like this. He doesn't want to look at her while he tells this story. He doesn't want to see her pity him. But...he can't argue the fact that Zelda has done nothing to warrant his distrust.]
[He feels like an exposed nerve.]
[He also realizes he hasn't directly answered her question but...he wonders how much Zelda can infer from that.]
no subject
[He looks at her as if he's not sure how to answer. Except...that's inaccurate. He knows the answer. But the answer is inextricably linked to...well, everything. His past. His life. His fears.]
[He lowers his dual-wielding toad hands to his sides as he feels a lump well up in his throat. Why did he tell her that? She's going to judge him. He was dangerous. Walking around with powers like his with little to no understanding?]
[But she protected his privacy. She cared enough about him to keep whatever he said in his drug-induced euphoria to herself.]
[Finally, he sighs.]
I...I'm pretty sure...I mentioned something about being called a "monster." That...was just one of the things people back home used to call me. "Monster." "Cursed child." Where I come from...the only people with hair like mine have...tainted blood. Demonkin and Beastkin ancestry. But my parents...they're...were normal humans.
[He doesn't like this. He doesn't want to look at her while he tells this story. He doesn't want to see her pity him. But...he can't argue the fact that Zelda has done nothing to warrant his distrust.]
[He feels like an exposed nerve.]
[He also realizes he hasn't directly answered her question but...he wonders how much Zelda can infer from that.]