Micolash stammers, looking like he's properly taken aback now! His pallid face makes the fact colour rises to his cheeks painfully obvious. "I didn't-...He never-...Now see here...!" But he doesn't get much further than that before he huffs and looks sidelong, hugging his arms around his knees now. Embarrassed. Muttering something about how he didn't mean that, it's just science, something something we're all just parts, mumble mutter.

He...really doesn't realize that what he'd said was rude, even cruel. He's so wrapped up in whatever it is he studies that he saw nothing wrong with speaking openly about people and things he finds interesting. He might have been even speaking of Abysa in praise, or hope that someone else would share his amazement.

There's a lot to be said about the men and women of science who get so far gone into their work and theories and research that it warps how they perceive the world and others in it. How far is HE?

Still looking sidelong and wearing an abashed frown, Micolash replies eventually regarding his race, "...I am terribly human, I'm afraid. Miserably human. I'd entered the Nightmare hoping I would exit changed, but no, no. I simply wind up here in another Dream with all my revelations and progress ripped from me. Slain like a beast and dropped like a tottering calf into this place. I should be so lucky if I had at least transcended my accursed species."

A pause, now just pouting and furrowing his brow.

"...The tentacles aren't mine."

Right, that explains everything.