[He watches him, listening. It starts to make sense, and he finds himself nodding along, his arms still folded around himself.]

[It makes a lot of sense. But how does he say it without... well. Doing it wrong.]

I... understand. It's you. It's what you've always been. And it's wrong to have it taken from you. You can't... move as you should. Or change into other forms. It's just wrong.

Right?

[His head tilts.]

Can't it be fixed?