Eyes dart back and forth like a cornered animal. Walls, closing in. Everything seemed too small. "He was ... I've seen too many people catch a glimpse of what I am. And their empathy shuts down, and they judge. And every time, it just tears me up inside. To be on display like some moth with its wings pinned to an index card. He saw hints of the animal, and he attacked. Do you have any idea how painful that is?"