[Tired. Resigned. As if he's come through the other side of revulsion already, so completely transformed in body and mind that there's just no point resisting anymore. And that's disgusting. But it's true. And to survive as a monster, you have to face reality.]
I'm... [Ugh. He's a mess, isn't he? When he looks himself over to check, he barely knows what he's looking at. Feet? Hands? His weight is all wrong; he's not even sure what shape his head is, just that his field of vision is strangely broad. Gladion squints down at his hands and slowly, clumsily withdraws from the soil.] I don't need to hang around. You weren't...?
[Hungry. He just figures, since they're here, Rindo might have wanted to get himself set. Or maybe he already did? Or, on second thought, maybe they're offset because of Gladion's absence. That would make sense. He closes his eyes and gives his head a little clearing shake.]
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I'm... [Ugh. He's a mess, isn't he? When he looks himself over to check, he barely knows what he's looking at. Feet? Hands? His weight is all wrong; he's not even sure what shape his head is, just that his field of vision is strangely broad. Gladion squints down at his hands and slowly, clumsily withdraws from the soil.] I don't need to hang around. You weren't...?
[Hungry. He just figures, since they're here, Rindo might have wanted to get himself set. Or maybe he already did? Or, on second thought, maybe they're offset because of Gladion's absence. That would make sense. He closes his eyes and gives his head a little clearing shake.]