"Listen... I ain't no boggan to want to fix everything or a pooka to ask you to pour out your life's story. But the way I see it, you've been given a gift, and you're just mad because it's not as good as others got, so you're gonna throw it out. Cut off your nose to spite your face. I get it, y'know? Getting the short end of the stick. You think I'd CHOOSE to be a slug? Others, they get unearthly beauty, super strength, valiant knights and amazing stuff - and I get to be a nasty little worm that haunts the vents and spies on people." He shrugs. "And that's my lot, I've made my peace with it. You got gifts too, but if you're just gonna sulk about how you didn't get more, and you REALLY want to go back to plain muggle Adam, say the word and I'll leave you alone. But if that's all you're gonna do, don't waste people's time with trying to help you, teach you, train you. You got folk who care if you make the most out of what you are, and you're pissin' on their shoes if you just throw that away."
A shrug, as they approach the school campus. "If you want to show that you do care, do something about your Chimera. Whether you like it or not, she's bound to you. Either man up and deal with her one way or another. It's shitty to just throw her away."