[It's hard to say. As much as Ferran recognized some of those instincts as foreign, he realizes now that some of them he hadn't even noticed. They felt natural, like the transformation had pulled out parts of his personality and cloaked itself in his identity. ... even now, he knows he's changed because of it.]

Something else was in control... but at the same time, it felt like me. Like it made a different version of me. And sometimes... it was the worst possible version.

[He wonders where Susato is drawing her comparisons from. He doesn't want her to experience such a thing.]