[He glances away, a hand lifting to his chest, curling somewhat. He's...unsure. Nervous even]
I...I don't know...I hate hurting people, so even if I could...I don't know if I'd be able to... [The old him, the sharkling known as Fang King, would have no troubles attacking those who tried to hurt him, but he...he can't kill anyone again. If he loses control...]
I don't want to do that again... [He can't kill people. He just can't]