...I think I'm worried about some of the same things as you. Like-- if I can be different enough that it matters, from what I'm really like. And I don't... know if I'll be able to?

But I want to keep-- learning, and deciding. I don't want to say "I can't" yet...

[he ducks his head at that last, voice going very low; it's a heavy topic for him, and he can barely get the words out at that last. but the whisper is sincere, even though he's looking down at his claws clenching and unclenching on the sand instead of at Madoka.]