. . .

They. . . [He shakes his head, sighing.]

You don't understand. That's all because they respect my power.

[does he really want to explain this to a stoned human who fell out of the sky. how lonely IS he? And how easily disarmed is he by big staring earnest human eyes, for fuck's sake. He gets an itch to flap his wings irritably, and scratches at his arm instead.]

Can't you tell that I'm not like them?