[ The daemon hums, understanding. A regular guy wanting to live a regular life. For someone like this, it would be difficult. Nothing is ever regular when you’re different. ]

Yeah. I want to be who I am. That said, I’m not looking to scare townspeople. [ which would happen if he announced what he was in the midst of a public square, ] But to know me is to know part of me. I understand why you wouldn’t share, though.

[ He stretches his arms out, starting to feel the sludge of caffeine pump through his veins. ]

Maybe you can do that here. Live how you want.