As he sits up again, he draws his hair over his shoulder, ringing the water from it. The claws make him twitch and he sucks in a soft breath.

"They were created by the same energy that gives the monsters their strength." he is unaware that as he speaks, the scars on his back are clearly visible - long lines that suggest he was beaten severely, "That does not make you a monster."

The heart can be warped, yet a human is human and what he sees in this castle is not evil or malicious.

"You wish to escape." it's not a question; he can sense the regret, "I can help."