[The pleading in her voice was something he couldn't bear to hear. It was a small wonder the protrusions on his back didn't injure her somehow, as the feathers gently swept across skin and scale alike. If he wasn't so gripped with fear, his arms clutching his sides, he might have enjoyed the comfort she was trying to give him.]
But... I don't want you to see me like this. I don't even... I don't even know what's going on. [For some reason, without the earlier distraction, all he could focus on was what he looked like, and not that he was acting the same; that he was the same.] I'm not human, Reira... I can't-- [Can't what. His mind can't complete the thought. ]