[He doesn't talk about stuff like this. He's the stoic bird-boy, the one with the tragic past that he doesn't reveal and the one who has to kill to eat and is okay with that at least on some level. He shouldn't be telling this guy anything - who knows if there are Controllers around? - but it's so rare that someone actually understands. His voice is a little shaky, with the barest hint of a slightly strained laugh in it.]

<I can't. I can't cry. Birds can't cry. I've tried... a lot. ... But no one... we're all just kids. None of us are older than around fifteen or the equivalent of that. There's no one who can tell us how to fight. And it takes and it takes and I don't know when it's going to stop - if it's going to stop - and our enemies are everywhere.>

[If he were in human morph he'd be breathing hard. As it is he's leaning against his hawk instincts to try to keep himself calm enough to talk.]

<We have to follow people for days at a time to make sure we can trust them. Hell, I don't know if I can trust you. Or anything in this place - I could be hallucinating again. I could be back there.>

[There in the torture device, with Taylor watching over him. He's not sure what's real anymore. If this place is a dream it's just as real as anything he saw there.]