"It wasn't venting. It was a second voice in my head." He stared at his hands, not looking at her, "It was the urges to just...be out there."

He cuts a very impressive figure looking toward the forest. Like a small green hill, "...In the green. Just me. Defending it no matter what the cost. Telling me I don't need humanity, that I could just be out there...be free."

He tears himself away from the treeline and look sat her, worried and scared, "That's what it is."