It is not intended to scare you. It does not routinely scare most where I am from. It is a reminder that I am not human.

[He places the last plate on the counter and sighs, frustration audible. The chair can be heard scraping across the floor and then movement as Kid returns to a corner; the sounds of items being dumped onto the floor. Now he's re-packing his backpack.

He curls into the corner with his head against the wallaw, room spinning lazy circles and chest burning from just that short walk.]

...Does it work? Really work, I mean. The--the transfusion?