"maybe you're right, but maybe it's too late for me, hell you can even see it in my body" he motioned to his lengthened horns and now-glowing eyes and even smaller changes, like flecks of black in the white of his fur, especially around his neck, the black arranging itself into hazy patterns that slowly seemed to sharpen as time went on "Heh, maybe I should've let them kill me, who's to say they won't come back and kill me or worse, kill anyone I might come to care for?"