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He clenched his fists at his side. Didn't this man get it? His guise was more for their benefit than his own. While there was a certain attachment to his more humanoid guises after having used them for so many years, his usage of it was to spare them the sight of his form on the seventh plane.
He shook the spit off of his already dirtied boot.
"It doesn't work that way," he said. He was trying his best to keep his frustration and anger and hurt out of his voice, but he knew he was failing miserably. "By using this guise, I'm preventing you from seeing what I really look like. It's what my kind is-no, what I'm meant to do. My form here is terrifying. The last time it was even glimpsed, the people who saw screamed in terror and raised their weapons toward me. I don't know who you are, and I don't expect you to possibly understand what my life is like from a single conversation."
He took several steps back. The others weren't responsible for this stranger's actions, but the words stung too much to not take drastic action. "But you know what? That's alright. Because I'm going to leave. I'll figure out what's going on before you do, and then I'll find you and prove you wrong. I'm not a liability, and I'm not pitiful. I've done more things than you'll ever do in your stupid, stupid mortal lifespan."
He looked at the man who had helped him over.
"Thank you for helping me," he said, giving him a little smile. "I really appreciate it."
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