I-- [ his lips part, then press thin again, brows knitting. he's not sure if he should talk about.. what he is. does it really matter here? no one's going to bother him about it, probably. he has his migraines to think of, but.. ] Um.

[ a nervous sideways glance. ]

Can I.. ask why you became human? And.. I mean, you-- you remember everything about who you were.. before?