You understand what this man did, Lotte? He controlled me with his voice, and he used a noose a punjab lasso, yes? And he did it when it wasn't the full moon.
He tortured me for hours, for pleasure. He would let me crawl away, before he'd drag me back with his rope and do it all over again. He choked me with that rope, using it like a leash. He cut into every inch of my body he could get to. And he sang to me.
I'm the last person who associates a person's tale with their non-tale selves, but this man was dangerous when he wasn't his tale. Do you understand that?