[he shakes his head, his ears pulled back in fear]
No, no, not one bit! It's horrible... I—I can't control these powers, not those... those terrible red things nor all of this fire... oh PM, it hurts, in my head and everywhere, under my shell, this feeling—it's like burning up.
[a tear traces a damp path through the fuzz on his cheek, and he looks up at PM helplessly]
I did not want to change. I hate this power—oh, why can't I stop it?