I was pulled into another world like this before—but it made me into that thing. A monster called a Fae.

[The way he draws out made is meant, however subconsciously, to echo the drawn out and miserable process of his transformation. Though one of his hands moves away from his bow as his arms return to his sides, his fists both clench.]

There was an itch in my head, telling me I could do whatever I wanted. Steal, trick, terrorize. Hurt anyone who didn't follow my rules. And sometimes I—couldn't block it out. [Quieter:] Sometimes I still can't, when the nightmares here take over.

[He continues, raising his gaze to look at Gina with something between desperation and determination in his face.]

But now I finally have control, and I have to stop it. Before it does something we'll both regret!