[He sighs.] Well, I don't know that she had much of a choice, either. Neither of us did. My feeding automatically sires natives, but I only found out about that after the fact. I was weak in more ways than one, nearly burned in the sunlight after a mix-up with one of the government workers. Hardly optimal conditions for decision-making.

But worse than that, I was going to kill him. M-Martin Wendal, that was his name. As early as then, I was more than ready to kill him... because that's how I operated back at home. And I was going to do that exact same thing again here, until Miz Maryam intervened. Having found that he had survived my assault, she transported me to assigned housing and took it upon herself to care for Mister Wendal.

[He takes a deep breath.] As I mentioned earlier, it sounds stupid, but I didn't really understand the full scope of my actions back then. I was so... wrapped up in myself that I didn't really bother adapting to not being at home. Always had to keep my nature a secret, didn't ask anyone for help, and I thought maybe Miz Maryam might be able to help since she's been here for so long. And she was helpful, but bitterly so. Understandably.

All the same, it's too late for any of that. I don't know how helpful or even useful elaborating is right now, but ever since seeing what was going on with Stark, seeing its effects on other natives, like the model at Miz Maryam's fashion show, and hundreds of others... I don't know, I just wish there were some way I could actually help.