"It is, but I'm oddly reassured by it anyway." The words come out through his fangs, the register of his voice lower than what he's come to think of over the course of the day as his own--but maybe that's the lie. Maybe this is his reality; the rest, the facade. It's a disconcerting thought.

"Anyone you know of that can do...well, this? Or are we all blessed with different talents?"