[ unfortunately, her words don't have the kind of effect she may have intended. rather than being soothed by Lydia's statement, he's only reminded of the fact that he's currently both green and covered in scales. not to mention the blood he'd found on his hands earlier. if he wasn't a monster, then what was he?

no, he definitely saw himself as a monster despite her claim otherwise. the rest of his fingers slowly wrap around the side of her neck, thumb still grazing across her cheek. his expression hardens again and in the constant struggle he has going on within him, it seems like the animalistic side of him is winning this one. ]

I could kill you, right now. I could have killed someone from our grade. No -- [ anger overtakes him once more ] -- I probably did. What do you call that, Lydia? Still think I'm not a monster? [ he's close to yelling at her at this point ]