...Scared...?

[He looked to his own hands, as if he'd grown them for the first time. He said he was a coward, but was fear what might be holding him back?

But then what was he scared of? People? No. Himself? Hell no. He loved himself.]

So, uh... wh-what do I do, then? I mean there's gettin' over it, but I heard stuff like that can be dangerous to this world.