"I know." He wasn't getting teary, he didn't do that. He tried to keep from twitching at the massive personal space invasion. "It's just hard. And I'm trying. And it's hard enough to not seem myself as a freak. It's just... probably in the whole time I've known you, I've had more non-violent physical contact than I'd had the rest of my life. I probably... speak more in a week now than I did in something like three months at home. I just..."

He shook his head. "I know you do. I just... don't know. I don't know what to do." If he really thought about it, he'd pretty much been encouraged to act like either a brat or an object his entire life. Having to flip around so many aspects of his life when he became Karas was bad enough. Trying to deal with everything in Vatheon had been hard, too. But here, where there didn't seem to be as much chaos, even with the weird happenings here, he didn't know what to do with himself.

"... This place lets me think too much. I don't like some of the stuff it brings up." He didn't understand. Why did he have so much time to think about things like feelings? Or family? Or why he did things? He didn't like the uncomfortable sensation of examining himself. He needed to move, to fight, to kill. Nothing felt right anymore, and he was so different than how he used to be that he just didn't know what to do.