And say what? That I'm afraid? That you're not safe... [He shakes his head.]

Even if I... could verbalize it. It's the same thing I keep saying, isn't it? Just a new tune.

[He closes his eyes. As long as he holds himself like that, and doesn't think about the extra sensation of touch from his second pair of arms, or how the draft in the air practically buzzes against the antennae of his forehead, maybe it isn't so bad. Maybe he can pretend he's still human.

Or that he isn't at constant risk of turning Wolfwood into the monster that Vash is.]