<Oh, good. I was hoping it wasn't that kind of fairy tale. ... But if you can't pass through it, does that mean you haven't accepted yourself?>

[He's accepted himself. He's pretty sure, at least. It's just that he's sad, and he wishes it were different. ... But he's accepted what he is. A bird. A boy. Something different and in between. He's okay with that.]

[And he'd rather be like this than not be able to fight.]

<And as for the fire... if it doesn't work I have... options.>

[Options like morphing to fix the burns, even if he'd rather not.]